The wall is strong enough to hold a tide of tears...
It is the same protective bulwark that saves me from my fears...
"Why do you cry then?"
Otherwise it will make me insane!
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.