| A fallow land, a plan so grand |
| To bring all to its prime |
| A silver flame, out of where we came |
| It’s the silver flame of time |
| A sylphlike view, an old mirage |
| A paragon of beauty |
| A land of leal under skies divine |
| A constant glare, given to the heir |
| The brightest grand design |
| Memories, ever since time began |
| Holding these, a perennial plan |
| A kestrel in sky, a ship that is hull down |
| It’s not just a try, what happens hereby |
| The wealth of ideas, inspirited worlds |
| The essence of pacific being |
| Mesmerize me |
| The boundless alliance awaits |
| Vagaries, without a strain for effect |
| No time to cease, so much left to direct |
| Who sows the wind, will reap the whirlwind |
| And mounts the high horse, discovers a gale force |
| The blueprint to found, a genuine world |
| It’s all in the lap of the gods |
| Mesmerize me |
| The boundless alliance awaits |
| The brightest grand design |
| Where we go and our spirits flow |
| Beyond we’ll come to know |
| Far too late, we see |
| Thrown away this beauty |
| Hear the last bell’s ring |
| Gaia’s voice is fading |
| Things may take a turn |
| Whom it may concern |
| It’s not mere child’s play |
| A stony cold stairway |
| But hope and love will never die |
| What happened to you? |
| You took it on the chin, the sky overcast |
| This day, will it be your last in line |
| The lingering sound of hope |
| When all is on the slope |
| And we find the bird flown |
| When your sun is set |
| A stroke of a genius entombed, a current of time? |
| The sense, no reason, no rhyme at all |
| Forever and a day |
| It’s gone to our dismay |
| Does the grand design fade? |
| A world seething with rage, is building its own cage |
| Will we reach too soon, times of a man-made moon |
| Hope and a strong will to change, is the force to rearrange |
| Can we move heaven and earth, to ring in a rebirth |
| When we have our wits about one, and the last doubt is gone |
| We only follow a line, our life is part of the grand design |