Saturday, 26 April 2014


We cannot direct the wind but we can adjust the sails. We know not anything more pleasant, or more instructive, than to compare experience with expectation, or to register from time to time the difference between idea and reality. It is by this kind of observation that we grow daily less liable to be disappointed.

When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm, there’s a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a lark.

From nobody to upstart. From upstart to contender. From contender to winner. From winner to champion. From champion to the dynasty we were.

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown.

Chose wisely the act to play, dream you health, dream you joy in simple things, dream you an eye for beauty, a tongue for truth, a heart that loves, a mind that reasons, a sympathy that understands. Dream you neither malice nor envy, but a true kindness and a noble common sense. At the close of each day dream you a hope and a soul with whom you can carry on.

Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, it's the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with his might till the end.

Faith is that strengthening power within urging you on your way, teaching you all that you must know, helping to believe. Faith is that strengthening power within lighting the road you trod, helping you know which way to go, pointing the way to your God.

With your spirit by our sides, behind our impossible dreams, we will never forget the day you dawn the red that sparks our golden skies.