The Rising Sun
It started off like most beautiful days
With clear skies lit by the morning rays
The stagnant air was silent and calm
Until the peace was broken by a bomb
With planes flying in the sky
And smoke rising up high
The enemy was calling as an army was falling
The world was turning as an island was burning
The city of Pearl could not comprehend
What the harbor of ships had to pay in the end
The thousands of souls lost at sea
Our courage and bravery had set us free
As ‘The Rising Sun’ had finally set
A nation earned a scar that it will never forget
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