Poverty Possesses This Disease; Through Want It

Blood Streams In Sacrifice; Yet Anguish Finds No Cure.

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.

An Ally Need Not Own The Land He Helps.

We Look For Good On Earth And Cannot Recognize It When Met.

The Stillest Tongue Can Be The Truest Friend.