Where are the leaders of yesteryear

That led us without fear

And captained our ship of state through heavy seas

We thought it was built to last through centuries

With keel still sound

Its sails are torn

The wheel is jammed and the rudder torn

Thick clouds obscure the guiding star

Ahead stands a high and blocking sandy bar

Where is the captain with the courage and skill,

The skipper who has the will

To keep the ship from sinking

Without blinking

And guide it to the open seas once more

And bring it safely to the welcoming shore

-W.A.