Tuesday, April 19, 2011
The March out of Rome
Before the day of this celebration, we used to be in Rome.
To which every road is but directed, from where journeys begin.
As feet set out from the insitution, whilst hearts take flight from home.
Brimming with confidence in our futures, who sees end of the road?
To which every road is but directed, from where journeys begin.
As feet set out from the insitution, whilst hearts take flight from home.
Brimming with confidence in our futures, who sees end of the road?
