Egypt

Ancient as the days of light
Which march on by in reams,
Strong, determined, is the might
Of those who follow streams

Of thought which pierce the sky,
And hold the secret of the sea,
To radiate the outer glory
Of all within to see

A pyramid is of illusion
To the naked, untrained eye,
But as a people, you know true,
The truth which holds us nigh.

There is no richer jewel than that
Which accompanies freedom so,
And liberated as we sing,
And give of all below.