to Strive, to Seek, to Find and not to Yield.
in striving shall our glory be
we seek until we find
we will not yield whatever task
may lie within our path
stand loyal in each trying time
nor ever lag behind
but revel in the work itself
nor fear the aftermath
each palm tree waves us on
the golden sand rejoice
the sea strives with the land
the river with the fields
we move with single voice
we strive and seed and find
and finding will not yield
once you an Andersonian
you always an Andersonian
Little Fury Thing
I stopped to call
tried to fell it all
struck my hand and pulled real hard
got stretch in miles
not in yards
then I read
about all those who believe all of your lies
sunlight brings the rage right in your eyes
-dinosaurjr.-
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