The
Castle
- Carole
McLaughlin -
April, 2001
High
on a hilltop, clinging to the rocks
A
precious castle there doth stand.
home
of Sir lancelot, lord of the realm
with
excalibur, the mighty sword, in hand.
sir
lance has built a mighty fortress
love,
friendship and hope were the foundation.
he
opened its' doors and made all wanderers welcome
and
they came to the castle from every nation.
within
the castle we all found friendship...
shelter
from life's burdens and daily cares.
sir
lance has created an oasis within its' walls,
where
daily problems we can share.
Why
a castle, why a realm
in
these days of planes and buildings tall?
why
a knight in shining armor?
why
a knight that shall never fall?
every
heart needs a castle
where
friendship doth abound.
we
all need this realm of tears and smiles
where
someone cares, where love is found.
devoted
to sir lancelot,
to
the castle, the guardians all came.
they
pledged loyalty and to give their all
to
spread their great knight's fame.
guardians,
friends, sir lancelot - all
loyal
to the castle of our life.
god
bless us in this place of wisdom
protect
each one from worldly strife.
for
in the castle, we have found our haven
with
sir lancelot standing at the helm.
here
is love and friendship, happiness and joy.
we
have found a perfect realm.
lovely
castle, precious castle
your
embrace has set us free.
castle
home and dear sir lancelot
we
guardians pledge to thee!
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