Running thru Da Monsoon
Beyond Da World
Where Da Rain Wont Hurt
Fightin Da Storm
Into Da blue
n'' When I Lose Myself I Think Of You
Together we''ll be runnin Sumwhere New Thru Da Monsoon
Men who for truth and honor''s sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly...
They build a nation''s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.
Try to be happy in this present moment, and put not off being so to a time to come,—as though that time should be of another make from this which has already come and is ours.
