On an ocean of stars, Lo, an angel they see. Untouched by the war that they waged. Lain low by their scars, A people wounded but free. Seek what lies beyond this dark age. The seasons, they turn, winter to spring, Dulling the pain and erasing the sting. The seasons turn, summer to fall, Time's warm embrace begins to heal all. On the wild at first light The jasper lion will run. Hark, an anthem he