Our Ancient Landmark

Our landmarks written on the platter of gold Were freedoms and rights our father fought for Through as interesting tales we were told But not clinging to them will amount to fall. Our landmarks a collection of virtues born out of vices: Traditions sealed with humility out of humiliation Though many fall ou5t of it by taking chances They latter find their lot in the pit of destruction. Our landmarks painted with pure blood shed and disgraced: Cultures delivered to us to trade and profit with The truth and tower entrenched therein cannot be replaced By it will our eyes will salvation see Our ancient landmarks molded by the gifted hands of old Many of it I seem not to understand Line upon line I learn to love what it holds And by it I learned in storm to always stand Our landmark: the footprint of our heroes past The foundations of our great fatherland Our portion while our souls last And for our children it will be a royal standard.