Certain pleasure existed as we ran
Throughout our homes as lovely children plan.
Life for youngsters and forever designs
By freedom and love, and wonderful signs.
Pure concept of love is not tangible
We measure lives by those we find able,
Who fill our hearts with memory and sage
That certain nature of gathering age.
When now in the years that fly an august
Reminds our lives of the balance we just
Hope will return our innocence, and free
Binds that fear God’s plan in the now, as we
Bid adieu faithful prayer of our elders
Who guide our lives with passion’s, forever