Some are built to fall Some stand to guide or protect Some exist to impress Others rise to reach the sky.

My best friend is Red and I'm feeling blue Everyone is wrong about what I didn't do The lady on my wall keeps my secret well Scratching the walls; my anxieties will quell A river of filth leads me to salvation Southward I escape to a southern nation

A city in northeastern Kansas, USA A cocktail combining whiskey, vermouth and bitters A densely populated island in a densely populated city

Where sand whispers secrets old, of treasures lost and pirates bold. No man is an island and neither am i, but you are sure to find me nearby.

In the sands where secrets sleep, A marvel of ingenuity rises steep. An ancient wonder, if you please-a, Some of the most famous are in Giza.