The sky of far Eastern lands...

Oh the sky of far Eastern lands,

Your evening light tells countless stories…

In the glory of the fading light,

You sing tales of valour and pride.

You make way for the burning Sun;

Wipe away its weary soul, from the fury of its own.

Though it burns in your own heart,

You grant the comfort of your clouds.

As they play a game of hide and seek,

You gaze at the affairs of the mortals in land.

So much struggle and toil;

Yet their eyes carry a dream of hope.

Every time they stumble upon the rocks,

They look up to you in search of solace…

That’s when you realize the call of faith,

And a smile runs through your face…

Night must come for tomorrow’s light,

So carry on with the journey.

For none can stop the light,

It makes way through the clouds

If at all it takes a break,

You’ll dwell in the night…

For darkness my friend,

Is a make believe story…