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.
It has meant so much
Having you as a friend.
You will always be a part of me
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
We are always by each other, never leaving.
We are best friends, never dece
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Spread your wings and flap to fly.
The sky is there for you to try.
You say the w
Love is like a bicycle
Left out in the storm
If it's not protected
Rust b
There are moments in our life we'll always treasure.
Tiny fragments from our past, rememb
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but
What we have is something new,
Our love for each other has always been true.
We m
We've all been through thick.
We've all been through thin.
We've all been to the
