The Pride of Lions
And my father was a Lion And he went across the sea To take the message to our brothers That one day they would be free We have no words to speak the memory Of…
Inspiring Faith and Creativity & Exploring the Arts through a Spiritual Lens
And my father was a Lion And he went across the sea To take the message to our brothers That one day they would be free We have no words to speak the memory Of…
Brave Hurricanes and Spits still claw and climbFar up into the English summer sky,At the lingering end of a golden timeAs wild young lads and aging empires die. The Hood and Rodney still the Channel guardAgainst the strident Men…
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