StRiDeR - Sep. 04, 2004 at 06:24 AM

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.


hope flies high,
all we hav to do is,
raise our hands and
catch it to chase away despair.
the day we give up,
we must remember that hope is still alive,
all we have to do is to raise our sprits,
and hope will always be alive in our hearts.
Whenever we give up, we must remember the rainbow.
After the rain there is always the rainbow. . .