Brave

Brave are the feet that have marched twenty miles, the souls that still shine in the darkest of nights, the heads that hang low as the bodies continue moving. Brave are those with fear in their hearts who continue to move forward.. Brave are those whose spirits stay strong when everything else has fallen and shattered around them, when the broken glass of life cuts way too deep, they walk on leaving behind a trail of blood on the roads that they have crossed. Brave are those who see the brightest light in the darkest of tunnels, brave are those who see the gate of hell and refuse to accept the fate before them, when they know walking back is the only way to walk forward. Brave are the people who go to bed on the worst of days knowing the sun will still rise the next.