Heritage

Horror! The faces of the fallen earth. Disgrace, In long lost lands my people, hear! Hope comes- The love and faith of your ancestors. Be strong, Till when your dignity is returned. Fight too, For pride in the battle-fields you’ve lost. Imprint, Upon your foes’ skins with wielded swords. And grace, Their flesh of filth with thy golden blades. To make, Them know that t’was your ancestral trade Live on, These memories of mine, a golden age And bear, My being by sitting forever on the stage My heart, Will sing then for everything great My soul Would float above to seek heaven’s face To let The featherless wings of tomorrow so Grow strong, And wise to seek those paths and follow To make, All of them more blessed than us And give To their fingers what we could have not Gracious God above who knows about us all Wonders He works and sinners, he solely calls Please hear Me pray now just as I say Save us Let us not ever know to stray.