Is it that in some brighter sphere We part from friends we meet with here? Or do we see the Future pass Over the Present’s dusky glass? Or what is that that makes us seem To patch up fragments of a dream, Part of which comes true, and part Beats and trembles in the heart?
1. When I am weak, you give me strength, when I am in need, you give me the best, when I can’t speak, you give me voice, I am the best I can be; in you I believe, I am leaning on you my rock. 2. With you success is guaranteed, in your ways, IContinue reading “The Tribute”