ECHOES

Do you know what sort of magic

Lives within these tiny flames?

What makes their light so bright

That it cannot be contained?

These flames are small yet stubborn

As they pierce our darkest nights

Like us, they are determined

These small enchanted lights

The tinsel that surrounds us

Its shiny, hollow gleam

Just makes our flame shine brighter

In eight glowing, steady beams

And when you gaze into their depths

You’ll find the secret there

Of how a nation, small but strong

Will always persevere