Brave
Brave are the feet
that have marched twenty miles,
the souls that still shine
in the darkest of nights,
the heads that hang low
as the bodies continue
moving.
Brave are those with
fear in their hearts
who continue to move forward..
Brave are those whose
spirits stay strong
when everything else has
fallen and shattered around them,
when the broken glass of
life cuts way too deep,
they walk on
leaving behind a trail of
blood on the roads that they have
crossed.
Brave are those who see
the brightest light in the
darkest of tunnels,
brave are those who
see the gate of hell
and refuse to accept
the fate before them,
when they know walking
back
is the only way to walk
forward.
Brave are the people who
go to bed on the worst of days
knowing the sun will
still rise the next.
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