SEVEN OVER SEVEN
The kit is like wing Treated me like I dropped down from heaven Through the village in my seven over seven The wear that has known many cheers I smile returned the greetings, was soothing Panacea to my fear Impression is lasting, open arms is be fitting A west blood on the street in east, all for service Too many doors to open, oneness is the key Practice how I preach it, I soak myself in service Uniform is lined with sacrificing Service to responsibility, clarion duty With sentiments trapped by