The hearth
I am the defender and helper of man
On my right hand is light
And on my left is the tree
But the fourth child coming was not meant to be
I am the foreigner who has traveled the world
From the shores of destruction
To the wide skies of hope
But nowhere surpasses my horse trodden hearth
I am the legacy of triumph over tragedy
The blood and tears on foreign soil
The sweat and toil of my ancestors' labor
But all of the hardships have made us stronger
I am the defender and helper of man
And for those I love I will give all i have
To fulfill my name and be the best I can be
I will walk with my right hand of light
And my left of the tree