William

When the love of your life is ripped from your chest and the hate inside you grows stronger, when the land you call home is stolen by a king and your pain will not stand it no longer. You rise upwards and onwards and fight for your land for freedom you fight every foe, the fields run red and ground soaks up tears and onwards and onwards you go. The killing of your love, your wife, your soul was taken, so short you were married, the brutal attack she had to take then, but the worst part was when you carried, her lifeless body up to her grave the tears were running so fast, that war was going to be her revenge and tyranny alas would not last. These lands were yours Scotland would be free you fought with all men and your might but alas they came, captured took you away your death, you became a martyr, a knight. you will always be in our history books we take all our hats off to you and we will remember for all time when William Wallace rode through.