There’s a valley on Hera called Serenity,

It’s a place where my brave comrades fell,

It was the valley that stole my childhood, And for many, their old age as well.

With the rest of the Independent column,

We stood and heard freedom’s lovely strain,

At Serenity, that dark, lonely valley,

We swore we'd prevent the Core planet’s reign

But we left in that valley of sorrow,

Ours arms and too many comrades brave,

Independence is all but forgotten,

Buried there in Serenity’s shallow grave