Sunday, September 18, 2016

On the Ring of Fire

The pearl of the orient
Has a golden sunset,
Reflecting on Argent
And on Julie's locket
In footsteps of the west.
The people will not rest.
Away from the cities
And their bright skyscrapers,
A clear sky that can tease,
Unlike the old paper.
Your imagination,
Forming every notion.
We're the up-and-coming.
One day, you'll be seeing
Real indios leading.
The buses of EDSA,
The music in the malls,
Waters of Lamesa,
They are the future calls,
Singing of something bright,
For which we've worked with might.
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