TallestSkil

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This (algorithmically generated) song is to be understood only within the context of its own contents and how they pertain at any given moment to one’s own life, not to any specific event.
 
Lyrics:
 
If the war is over,
Twenty years from today,
At sunup,
Will you be able to say,
“I fought for something”?
 
Twenty years from today,
Did you choose a side
Or stand aside when it came time to choose
And throw the dice to decide
Who will win, and who will lose?
 
And twenty years from today
Will you remember why you fought?
Or didn't fight? And was it all in vain?
Were the things that matter most to you,
Were they worth the suffering and pain?
 
Or did you stay on the sideline
For fear of choosing wrong?
Or losing it all because
The cost of doing what you believe is right
Wasn't worth the risk of standing?
 
Twenty years from today,
Will you look on in regret
And wish when what you could have stood for
Is taken and long gone?
And say to yourself each morning,
"I was there. I could have chose–
Chose to stand.”
And wonder 'til your grave
What could have been?
 
And twenty years from today
Will you remember why you fought?
Or didn't fight? And was it all in vain?
Were the things that matter most to you,
Were they worth the suffering and pain?
 
Or did you stay on the sideline
For fear of choosing wrong?
Or losing it all because
The cost of doing what you believe is right
Wasn't worth the risk of standing?
 
Will you look on in regret
And wish when what you could have stood for
Is taken and long gone?
And say to yourself each morning,
"I was there. I could have chose–
Chose to stand.”
And wonder 'til your grave
What could have been?
 
And twenty years from today
Will you remember why you fought?
Or didn't fight? And was it all in vain?
Were the things that matter most to you,
Were they worth the suffering and pain?
 
Or did you stay on the sideline
For fear of choosing wrong?
Or losing it all because
The cost of doing what you believe is right
Wasn't worth the risk of standing?
 
Wasn't worth the risk of standing?

**The Children’s Song**
 
Land of our Birth, we pledge to thee
Our love and toil in the years to be;
When we are grown and take our place
As men and women with our race.
 
Father in Heaven who lovest all,
Oh, help Thy children when they call;
That they may build from age to age
An undefiled heritage.
 
Teach us to bear the yoke in youth,
With steadfastness and careful truth;
That, in our time, Thy Grace may give
The Truth whereby the Nations live.
 
Teach us to rule ourselves alway,
Controlled and cleanly night and day;
That we may bring, if need arise,
No maimed or worthless sacrifice.
 
Teach us to look in all our ends
On Thee for judge, and not our friends;
That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed
By fear or favor of the crowd.
 
Teach us the Strength that cannot seek,
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak;
That, under Thee, we may possess
Man's strength to comfort man's distress.
 
Teach us Delight in simple things,
And Mirth that has no bitter springs;
Forgiveness free of evil done,
And Love to all men 'neath the sun!
 
Land of our Birth, our faith, our pride,
For whose dear sake our fathers died;
Oh, Motherland, we pledge to thee
Head, heart and hand through the years to be!

**The Stranger**
 
The Stranger within my gate,
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk–
I cannot feel his mind.
I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
But not the soul behind.
 
 
The men of my own stock,
 They may do ill or well,
But they tell the lies I am wanted to,
 They are used to the lies I tell;
And we do not need interpreters
 When we go to buy or sell.
 
  
The Stranger within my gates,
He may be evil or good,
But I cannot tell what powers control–
What reasons sway his mood;
Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
 Shall repossess his blood.
 
 
The men of my own stock,
 Bitter bad they may be,
But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
And see the things I see;
And whatever I think of them and their likes
 They think of the likes of me.
 
 
This was my father’s belief
And this is also mine:
Let the corn be all one sheaf–
And the grapes be all one vine,
Ere our children’s teeth are set on edge
By bitter bread and wine.

**The Mother**
 
“When your mother has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks –
 
Then lend her your arm in support,
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
Must accompany her on her final walk.
 
And if she asks you something,
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.
 
And if she cannot understand you properly
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth asks for nothing more.”