We who were born
In country places,
Far from cities
And shifting faces,
We have a birthright
No man can sell,
And a secret joy
No man can tell.
For we are kindred
To lordly things.
Pride of trees,
Swiftness of streams,
Magic frost
Have shaped our dreams,
No baser vision
Their spirit fills,
Who walk by right
On naked hills.
There is greatness in every one of us
Some are born great
Some Worked hard to achieve greatness
Our birthright can't be taken
No matter how hard life might turn out to be
We have our destiny in our own hands
No one can make it work better than you
The future started yesterday
Lets always be inspired towards greatness
Thanks for reading
@chicsman