The gates of triumph are open,
The years of toil are done;
The clouds of doubt have parted,
To clear the way of the sun.
The way of the future calls to us,
Yesterday's journey is done;
The songs of hope are echoing,
To welcome the rays of the sun.
The promise of life is before us,
The turmoil, the chaos, is done;
The angels are coming from heaven,
To open the gates to the sun.
Tomorrow's waves have reached us,
Yesterday's trouble is done;
Our weary limbs and life shall rest
In the light of the rising sun.
