Happiness is not a matter of chance

O, Hiroshima, O Nagasaki

We never need read the Scriptures

It's all about ego and military might

Is this the end of Globalisation

If Sunshine eludes you then be your

Twilight, that time between sunset and nightfall

The Morning Sun, that intrepid Ball of Fire

In the dark abyss of the night

How green was my valley;