I sit and feel our pride
With eyes open, we will last
We're looking to the future
We're looking to the past
Beneath the pillars of stone
Under our holy spires
Our heroes died alone
Lighting the quest fires
It's the place which makes men cry
And the women do the same
It's the place where dreams lie
The power and the pain
And in everything we are
Our hearts beat like a drum
Our journey goes on and on
From the place called freedom
Scott Robinson
May 1993
