An asymmetric day,
Upon a date symmetric,
5 meters in a length of road,
A quiet place near somewhere loud,

Away! Away to the city on a hill,
Away to find peace and praise,
Amidst a boiling city filled with sound,
To light in the dark place.

Stormy day,
Solemn on the raining wings of mourning clouds,
They chase the wind like rolling flood dragons,
Blotting out the sky with their sublime scales,
And a small being walks,
Awestruck underneath the mourning clouds,
That's a pretty sober spectacle, Dad.