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.
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to
You sing,
I smile,
"I get a kick out of you,"
You sing still,
And
When our eyes met
for the very first time,
I knew it was you
to clear my
On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the mo
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
When you feel like the world
has turned its back on you,
there's always one perso
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
I once knew a man who lived in a jar.
For a stranger sight, you'd have to go far.
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
Childhood friends? I hope we still are.
Years have put space between us and now you seem
