YOU
A symbol of respect, pride, and strength,not to be ruffled, wadded, or soiled,to be folded, unfurled, raised for all to see,as in going into battle resounding victory.
Not to be tattered, torn, or burned in effigy,rather a symbol of hope to those in bondage,of hate for those who seek to enslave,of patriotism to those who guard fiercely,enshrined with those who died for liberty,entrusted to each generation to decide its fate,to be the most loved or most hated,to be seen in every city, state, and on foreign soil,wherever seen, America is found.
No other symbol rises above or would be allowed,representing freedom, recognized the world round,a powerful adversary to an enemya gentle giant to those who are represented.
A symbol of red and white,with fifty shining stars on a field of blue,call it a flag,in reality it is you.
SOLDIER
You were there when the rest looked awayyou stood proud and silently prayeda dark hooded figure stands on the sideon the blood soaked battlefield most would hide
As you stand strong you're not aloneall you can think about is going homeHope guides you from day through the nightjust know you're never out of sight
Being a hero isn't about speed or powerBeing a hero is to stand when others fallStand for the weak, the young and smallYou stand willingly no thought, no regret
You're more then a heroyou're a soldier strong and steadyyou're never alone that's a promiseI'm always here for you strong and ready.
THE HOLD OF THE HAND
Walking down the winding pathI hold tight to Daddy's handHis firm but gentle grip makes meFeel safe like nothing else canI don't know where we are goingBut my Daddy knows the wayHe leads us down the path that's rightAnd will not let us strayI hold on to his hand tightly
I know he won't let me fallFor my Daddy is the biggest and the strongest of them allI don't ever have to worryWhen I hold his hand in mineBecause I know he will protectAnd love me for all time
TRANQUIL
Tranquil night,Nothing has might.Though some people are evil the gloom,All they do is a doom.Birds sleeping peacefully in their nestsAnd every creature rests.The earth is as quite as the dead.The only thing that speaks is the wind,That blows with a whistle in long grassAnd the darkness is so still,It neither speaks nor sees.Nevertheless it is a tranquil night.
