No medal-cross
On the chest,
And the glory won is addressed to God,
The heartstring vibrates with love,
The closer the years to the threshold.

Though nightmares still come in dreams,
For the alarm still does not sleep,
The thought of faith flies
To the stars beyond the clouds.
There peace will cheer the frightened,
There wonders take place.

According to the covenant,
The one who seeks the heavens
Prayer in dreams delivers.
When one rises above the world,
Light and joy wrap what is below,
Tears and grief become a gemstone.