The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
I am many faces.
My age has no boundaries.
I go to many places, live in many homes.
I am a reflection of emotions.
Bad luck for those who drop me.
Clear as water flicker like a diamond.
I am you, I am them, I am the mirror.
You gotta have hope.
Life without hope is meaningless.
Without hope life is meaning less and less.
As great Pythagoras of yore,
Standing beside the blacksmith’s door,
And hearing the hammers, as they smote
The anvils with a different note,
Stole from the varying tones, that hung
Vibrant on every iron tongue,
The secret of the sounding wire.
Pirate Peaks with shrouded icy beauty
Bravest, strongest have scaled your cruel face
Your hunger driven by the snow and scree
Stealing heroes, buried without a trace
“Of Pallas Athena, guardian of the city, I begin to sing. Dread is she, and with Ares she loves the deeds of war, the sack of cities and the shouting and the battle. It is she who saves the people as they go to war and come back. Hail, goddess, and give us good fortune and happiness!”