The Sacco is a river of central Italy, a right tributary of the Liri.
The river is formed by the confluence of two streams of the Monti Simbruini in the Apennines of Abruzzo. It flows towards south-east for a total of 87 kilometres (54 mi), crossing Ciociaria between the mountain ranges of the Ernici to the north-east, and of the Lepini to the south-west. It flows into the Liri in Isoletta di Arce, in the Lazio.
The Sacco's main tributaries are the Cosa and the Alabro.
In the Frosinone area it is known also the Tolero, from its ancient name Tolerus or Trerus.
The Sacco river valley is a vast territory between the provinces of Rome and Frosinone in the central-southern Italy. The intensive exploitation that for decades affected of this valley due to no-scruple companies and crooked public administration offices, produced an unprecedented environmental and social disaster.
There was a time as a little booy
When I said I'd follow You
But the years have caused the flame
To burn much stronger now
And I'm not burning down any of my bridges
But I'm burning up inside
To flee from my religion and love my neighbor more
I'm not ashamed of the gospel
I'm not ashamed of the one I love
I'm not ashamed of the gospel
I'm not ashamed of the one I love
There was a time in my barrenness
When I felt Your pure affection
And You heard my frail petitions
To serve You endlessly
But have I loved the tree that they put You on?
Or my friend who met me at the cross?
Oh I want to sing again for my brother
And find my way down this mountain
I'm not ashamed anymore
'Cos I've felt the oil pour down over me
And there's a fire that's burning stronger now
It's burning stronger much stronger