Appreciation/tribute to the fallen who fought for freedom. |
Days come; days go This one's special, that I know. We sit, stand, lie in cloudless sky And if in moment's thought we find, Some peace and pleasure in this kingdom, We might think of those who fell, Who fell for the cause of freedom. Men and women, they were all, Marching, moving, running tall Cross fields and valleys, brooks and pasture, First excited with the game Of pursuing those for shame, Who would our land and freedom claim. Then there came that fatal shot, And Danny died on the spot. "Keep on!" urged the sergeant, turning Then he, too, felt a searing burning And fell and died right there, And suddenly the battle fair, Turned ghastly grim - and despair Changed eager running faces Into frightened souls looking for spaces From the running mob to hide in So they themselves would not be died in. The romance of war came and went, Now there was no merriment. And the future black and blank Were ourselves in the waiting.... Waiting for those mens' restore To take their arms and fight some more, No longer for some glorious game But fighting for freedom That we might see When we were born, the light to be. Today we thank them always For the lives they gave... For those who died too soon, So we could see the sun, the sea, the moon, We salute you fallen ones... May our lives be not wasted At the cost of death you tasted. You live in memories In our heart And when our turn comes to part From this earthly life, You'll meet us there, And we'll be all Strong and fair, free and tall.... Thank you. |