"OF DEEDS AND DREAMS"
Bill Johnson

Now, Sapho she was a dreamer,
While the king was only a king.
And his soldiers trampled her flowers,
Crushing the beautiful things.

Now the name of the king is forgotten -
Forgotten his victories, too.
But her "Ode to a crushed Flower"
Will remain forever new.

So think not much of the things you do
and more of the thoughts you say,
For your dreams will live on forever -
Your deeds - only a day.