A rise in color
Blends the mold
It fits the circle
That makes the whole
A red for the apples, a blue for the sea;
A color so orange, it startles me.
A dawn of the ages,
A beginning today,
An end to tomorrow,
That makes everything okay.
It came before time,
Before you were born,
It cries for those hurting,
as dark fades to light,
It's the first one to see,
Every evil in sight.
Fiercer than thunder, but not at this time.
Another drum is drumming,
As the dawn keeps on burning bright.
Blends the mold
It fits the circle
That makes the whole
A red for the apples, a blue for the sea;
A color so orange, it startles me.
A dawn of the ages,
A beginning today,
An end to tomorrow,
That makes everything okay.
It came before time,
Before you were born,
It cries for those hurting,
as dark fades to light,
It's the first one to see,
Every evil in sight.
Fiercer than thunder, but not at this time.
Another drum is drumming,
As the dawn keeps on burning bright.