Certain friends are leaders
And they show us the way
With words and inspiration
They guide us every day
And we, content to follow
Directed by their force
Depend upon their counsel
And follow in their course
But God and fate may intervene
Though only for a while
To dim that guiding beacon
Set us adrift a while
And for a time our pharos blurred
And darkness ruled our view
Our compass failed. Our sextant gone
Our course was now askew
But our bright ray could not be dimmed
With strength and fortitude
Rekindled that within her
That could not stay subdued
And with her lamp held high again
She leads us and inspires
Us to push on through the strongest gale
And do what life requires
So there on our horizon
With courage Pixie stands
Enticing us to sail along
And set the course again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem