Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop;

'twas But My Tongue, 'twas Not My Soul That Swore.

Those Who Have Not, And Live In Want, Are A Menace, Ridden With Envy And Fooled By Demagogues.

Oh, What A Power Is Motherhood, Possessing A Potent Spell. Love, Light, Blessings

Do Not Plan For Ventures Before Finishing What's At Hand.

Who Then Will Dare To Say I'm Weak Or Timid? No, They'll Say I'm Loyal As A Friend, Ruthless As A Foe, So Much Like A Hero Destined For Glory.