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