Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-30901227-20171108140313/@comment-31739971-20171116054832

Guess this: Land of the morning Child of the sun returning With fervor burning Thee do our souls adore.

Land dear and holy, Cradle of noble heroes, Ne’er shall invaders Trample thy sacred shores.

Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds And o’er thy hills and seas; Do we behold thy radiance, feel the throb Of glorious liberty.

Thy banner dear to all hearts Its sun and stars alright, Oh, never shall its shining fields Be dimmed by tyrants might.

Beautiful land of love, oh land of light, In thine embrace ’tis rapture to lie; But it is glory ever when thou art wronged For us thy sons to suffer and die.