Blue as ice
Yet red as wrath
The horizons shone
To warn the youth
Of ashes in the breeze
And songs in the air
That echo through the valleys
Of evident despair
A star burns North
With a golden spark
As the light of hope
Fears miseries of the dark
An old man sits
Near the ocean shore
And looks afar, the waves
Tremble with a resounding crash
And engulf the bay
Yet the world grows smaller each day
And mankind lies in wait, the day
The world would be only small enough
For peace to conquer it all