The Roll Call of the Brave and the Honorable
Watching the roll call of the brave and honorable
Remembering those of whom I would have never known
Their sweet faces fading from the winds of life
Never forgotten, their blood flowed for justice and freedom.
The remnant of what is left lives on in the faces of those who still fight for it.
Copyright © Diana Jackson | Year Posted 2006
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