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The American Flag means much to all,
opportunity for some, to better their lot.
Life in freedom the dream to live out,
ponder the Red, White and Blue.

Sacrifice of blood the seed of liberty,
responsibility to all to keep the treasure.
Fight or vote your duty is sure.
Pay tribute to the Red, White and Blue.

Bravery in sacrifice displayed by red,
purity of liberty, shown in white.
Justice for all within the blue.
Freedom colors; Red, White and Blue.

One star now for each of fifty states,
First thirteen states one stripe for each.
Unity in diversity is our union’s strength.
Power shown in the Red, White and Blue.

The union of white stars on blue,
when flag displayed, is on the left.
Red, white stripes stretching right.
Display it right the Red, White and Blue.

As we read from left to right,
display the flag to prominent left.
When on the platform it’s to your right.
Salute with pride the Red, White and Blue.

The American Flag the pride of all,
of conservative right to liberal left.
Consider freedom, consider truth,
do it proud for the Red, White and Blue.

Sergeant Chapman, soldier, hero.
To serve is soldiers’ sacrifice.
Heroes all, soldiers mission,
Some will die for freedom’s sake.

Duty to serve, duty to risk,
to run the gauntlet, his life for country.
He paid the price for our security.
The ultimate cost for freedom’s sake.

Families pride though little solace.
Sacrificed… their son for country.
His parents are home-side heroes.
Their hearts are torn ‘tween grief and pride.

The wife and children shall not forget
the husband, father they loved so well.
Sacrifice for us they bear,
the solemn grief, with pride they wear.

Patriot lives cost, born America.
Fallen soldier joins freedom’s greats.
We citizens grieve each price of life.
Patriot life paid to secure the USA.

Jab mujhse Mohabat hi nahi toh rokte kyu ho
Tanhayi mein mere baare mein sochte kyu ho

Jab manjile hi juda h toh jane do mujhe
Lot ke kab aaoge ye puchte kyun ho….

Zakhm laga kar mere Dil pe badi sadagi se
Mere zakhmi Dil ka haal puchte kyun ho….

Thukra kar meri Mohabbat ko es tarah……..
Palat palat kar Pyar se dekhte kyun ho…….

Today we had to let you go,
It broke our hearts in two,
We had to leave you at that place,
Alone and feeling blue,
The only thing that we could do,
Was drive back home and cry,
For we just couldn’t keep you,
No matter how we tried,
You’ll never be forgotten,
As long as we two live,
You gave us all the love,
A little dog could give,
We’ll think about you often,
And wonder where you are,
And in our hearts we’ll hear your bell,
Tinkling from afar.

Until it affects someone we love,
We don’t even know it’s there.
It’s really not our problem,
So why should we care.

The statistics are quite shocking,
One in four they say
Will suffer from depression
In their lives one day.

There’s not much stigma anymore
For this serious mental flaw.
But no one knows where it will strike,
It’s just the luck of the draw.

No one would choose to live with it,
And some don’t even try.
I see my daughter suffering
And all she can do is cry.

Most people turn the other cheek,
They’ve been doing it for years.
But I must face the pain I see,
In my daughter’s tears.

I marvel how Nature could ever find space 

For so many strange contrasts in one human face: 

There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloom 

And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom. 



There’s weakness, and strength both redundant and vain; 

Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain 

Could pierce through a temper that’s soft to disease

Would be rational peace–a philosopher’s ease. 



There’s indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds, 

And attention full ten times as much as there needs; 

Pride where there’s no envy, there’s so much of joy; 

And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy. 



There’s freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare

Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she’s there, 

There’s virtue, the title it surely may claim, 

Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name. 



This picture from nature may seem to depart, 

Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart; 

And I for five centuries right gladly would be 

Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.


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