Within the madness of the days,
Something to look forward to.
Even if its just a tender hope,
I can hear it in a sweet voice.
The troubles of yesterday defines,
What may be to what may not be.
The person moulded for tomorrow
Corrupted yet polished!
For tomorrow and beyond.
Your honour Silent and Loud.
Let not be taken for a ride,
Often been told over and over.
Yet kindness wishes to see,
Only the good in others.
Fires will burn and leave scars,
Love will end and leave memories,
Fear will seize and leave stories,
Honour will rise and fall only with you.
For tomorrow and beyond.
Your honour Silent and Loud.
In the many paths to one truth,
Honour will value the most.
No gold, no diamonds nor loved ones,
Compare to the beauty and flair of honour.
As memories fade and faces around change,
know that you will be remembered.
Even if its in a little silent prayer,
Never a tear to wash away the pride.
For tomorrow and beyond.
Your honour Silent and Loud.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
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