Protection of the valiant, servant to the tyrant
Tool of the peasant, badge for the gallant.
Then there’s a popular adage of a savant:
“Contend with a pen and it will be blunt.”
There’s a ‘haras’ for cutting tall grass
‘Kutsilyo’ made from a bright brass
‘Garab’ is a tool for harvesting rice
‘Sundang’ is the best device to slice
But bless the sword ‘bolo’
Grasped by Gat Andres Bonifacio
It brought a sudden deathblow
To those who caused us great sorrow.
With every thrust, the tyranny was crushed
The Filipino warriors that they tried to hush
Were suddenly fighting in an unexpected gush
Holding their bolo while glaring their tush.
It will always be known in our history
The sword that fought bravely for our liberty
Against the pistol of the Spanish army
May its luster shine forever brightly!
In a story of a long time ago
god Prometheus stole a dancing glow
of bright red, orange, and yellow
a spring where strong passion and energy flow.
So magical yet so dangerous
What are you holding, O god Prometheus?
So hot and so dry
A Dancing Spirit on high
Touch it? Don’t give it a try
or else it will give you a painful cry.
O, Fire…
A Dancing Spirit of bright yellow, orange, and red
People stand before you in dread
Your hunger must constantly fed
So your warmth will continuously spread.
O, Fire…
A Spirit of Light
In the darkness of the night
Make this place so bright tonight
Be our shining knight.
O, Fire…
A Spirit of Passion
Give us your protection
Not our destruction
Don’t lick your tongue on our possession.
Vain Narcissus sat by the dark, still pool
Just to take a glimpse on that face. Oh so beautiful!
You made him fall in love with himself, he’s really a fool.
You killed him. Oh how can you be so cruel!
You make your model be more self-aware
You reflect their soul and make it bare
You cannot lie and you will not dare
Even it hurts, you do not care!
These are the fallacies that people need to attend:
We must not break you. It is a bad omen!
We must cover you if there’s a wake being tend
So you will not steal the soul of our departed.
Witches and wizards use you to recite their spells
Vampires don’t stare at you, wise people tell
Children meet you holding some candles
Calling the soul of ‘Bloody Mary’ to rise from the hell.
Mirror, mirror hanging on wall,
Just give your answer to all:
What’s in you that we cannot control,
Looking at you and answering your call?
Oh, Great Luminous Wise Eye,
King of the vast Kingdom Sky
Are you haughty or you’re simply shy?
Cause you’re always hiding your face in our pry.
Your brightness is timeless,
Your intrusiveness... boundless!
You serve as the mute witness
To all the Earth’s business.
Generations come and generations go
The wind: round and round it blows
Streams and rivers continue to flow
You: in silence, just emitting golden halos.
You keep vigil to the life
Of both the fool and the wise
In harmony and in strife
From their birth ‘til their demise.
What has been done will be done once more
What is new to you, oh Signor?
You have seen everything of yore
Is there anything that you don’t know?
