you can tell much by those whom will stop for someone who can do nothing for them not once but over and over again without a word. true measure.
Can you lay your life down
So a stranger can live?
Can you take what you need
But take less than you give?
Could you close every day
Without the glory and fame?
Could you hold your head high
When no one knows your name?
Can you lose everything
You ever had planned?
Can you sit down again And play another hand?
Could you risk everything
For the chance of being alone?
Under pressure find the grace Or would you come undone?
B. Adams
i became undone... Part of life...
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“'To every man upon this earth, Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better-Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his Gods.” -Horatius
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