Andorra

Loved you are from far and wide,
And shown a path of golden pride,
Standing long and patiently,
Seeking ways to live so free.

The essence of that which is before,
Is known only to the poor
Who live a noble life the same,
And echo truths of ancient frame.

Do not bend your faith to dark,
But carry broad the beams of light,
Shine a beacon in the cold,
And lose all memory of a sight

Which left a vision tempered there,
Of other times before,
Instead, it is now recognised
That you have won your floor.