The Wind Carries His Name

The Wind Carries His Name. They shot him down, silencing a man of flesh and bone. Though as the bullets tore through him, the wind carried his name. Far across the weary fields, high above the stubborn peaks, over the blood soaked streams, the wind carried his name. They shot him down, silencing a man of flesh and bone. Yet the wind carried his name, to you and to me, to them and to us. They shot him down, but we still say his name, as we catch it on the breeze. Still they try to shoot him down, to silence a man of flesh and bone. But the wind cannot be stilled, and the wind carries his name. "Che" (For Ernesto Guevara)