What makes a nation's pillars high
And its foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?
It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.
Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly...
They build a nation's pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.
Special True Friend
It has meant so much
Just Who You Are
You've got quite an easy style
Love Me Again
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Am Not Really 60
That's not my age; it's just not true.
The Love I Feel
To hold you close to having you near
A Gift To Share
I was given a smile the other day
You Used Me
You used me.
No More Sadness
It's done and it's over
Some Flowers For You
A rose for every year,
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
