…when the sun touches the waters
They can not douse its fire..
It shines on, the next day
It burns on, day after day

…when the clouds cloak the sun
They cannot contain its fire
It shines on, the next hour
It burns on, hour on hour
It goes on to give the silver hue to the clouds
To the veiling, masking clouds

How come then, any troubled waters
Can douse the fire in you
Kill the spirit in you…
Shine on and burn on..