A Sunset without a sun is no sunset at all.
A life without love is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings is no human at all.
Keep hope in your heart,
Keep it there till there's more.
More of what many should have, but are just to afraid to hold.
Hope is like a crystal, rare precious & bold.
In his heart he holds courage,
In his hands he holds our lives.
A Brave Soldier he may be, but only at the the front lines.
He is weaken by all the death,
Sometimes saying I'm sorry means more then I love you.
Sometimes holding hands means more then making love with you.
Heartbeat so strong,
Beating fast holding on.
Mothers tears falling down,
What causes the fear that people feel,
When there scared and have to face the truth.
What cause that fear that people feel,
When there in love and have been hurt.
Oh, I the greenish far side,
The lovely mountains and hills,
Is the true nature of any Irish Man,
He and his fellow souls.
They live in cardboard boxes.
They live on the lonely street.
They sleep we're ever they can find, a special place to sleep.
People think their dirty, people think there mean.
He's been away to the war so long,
We're over joyed that he's home.
He's fought for our country and what stories will be told.
He's waited out his sentence in an obligation spent.