Cerulean Vase

[Verse]
In the glen where the heather blooms bright,
A cerulean vase holds the dawn's light.
[Chorus]
With an uplifted chin we ride the tide,
Through storm and sea, our spirits wide.
Where the old songs rise like wild winds free,
We carve our names in the mountain's knee.
[Outro]
Let the vase hold the stars we chase,
Our hearts are the flame that won't erase.