Flowers bloom within the shade,
A ceiling fallen down,
Surviving the guard's raid,
Surviving the destroyed town.
Violins join the piano,
As they fight for the hero's love,
But the violins begin to grow,
As she prays for help from up above.
And the frailty of her strings,
Match the strength within the bow,
And the melody she sings,
Helps the planet's spirit flow.
A healing wind from the gods,
Seals the evils in the doubtful,
Protecting the planet from the marauds,
Spreading the greatness of her gospel.
And the air is silenced for her birth,
As her fury brand takes down strife,
Curing souls with the breath of the earth,
Saving the planet with the pulse of life.
Her limits are unmatched,
In their steepness and their length,
Her destiny's attached,
To her spirit and her strength.
And the love within her scar,
As her enemy takes his own stand,
Takes her up to be a star,
Takes her to the promised land.
