You're The Candle Of This Land

You're the roof of this land;
taking the beat of the sun,
homing the lashes of angry rain
to shield the land from hurt.

You're our feather;
We're naked birds picking around,
flirting in the heart of sun
living without getting burned
while you pay yourself as libation.

You're the immunity in our system
You're the shed fighting our fight
fighting in the eyes of odds.

You're the candle of this land
setting yourself ablaze for us to gaze
melting away for the men of this land.