There comes a time in every life-
When we would like to flee.
And seek a solitary place-
Where folks would let us be.
When bills, unpaid, do burden us
And family drifts apart...
And coming age, and graying hair-
Lay heavy on oneís heart.
When youth has gone, we seem alone-
So weak, so??? un-content?
And think of vows we made and broke,
And wonder where life went.
We think, ďIt would be better far-
If I went forth alone-
And left behind my problems here-
But duty drives us on.
Duty? Thatís the unseen power-
Which hold our deeds in check..
Without it, friend, we could not stand
Our lives would be a wreck.
And in the heat of battle-
When all around give way...
And we would flee, itís duty friend,
Which makes us stand and stay.
Love is great, I must confess
But in the hour of need-
Emotions like our fickle love
Will fail. We need a Creed.
"I said it, and Iíll do it".
And therein lies the beauty...
In every home which will survive
Youíll find a sense of duty.
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