Long Live the Brave
To the forgotten soul that have ever lived
For their families they have lost, a new nation conceived
For their ashes scattered, one blood they bleed
Blessed by their stories told and memories grieved
Loved for their battles lost and wars achieved
Their cowardice disregarded but courage believed
Their fears covered by their bravery revealed
Their sorrow wept, their lives appealed
With their bodies torn, one nation they weaved
One anthem they sing for lives they screamed
In the doom of battles darkness a ray of hope they beamed
As our last line of defense, this is how they lead
Now count the numerous grains of shapeless sand
In the war-torn widow’s hand, understand her internal misery
As every mournful tear, they wept is not a locked mystery
‘Cause every jagged grain is a lost memory
This simple gesture is a constant ministry
That the young blood perishes but the old bones live to tell the tale
The more they ask why, the harder the grave fail
To cover the brave
As they salute, march and wave
Not knowing so sorrow they will cave
With their blood, they will pave
And our salvation they'll save
Now on our hearts, they'll engrave
“WITH OUR LIVES WE GAVE”
Now we say:
“LOVING LIVE THE BRAVE!”
Copyright © Siza Sibiya | Year Posted 2013
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