Humbled Glory
seasons changed, the years have moved too fast
my childhood laughter has long gone silent in the past
a simple man, a simple plan, stay alive to see my children grow
a fear of losing, a fear of weakness, I’ve seen my rhythm start to slow
in the world of uncertain times, they’ve found a memory they must save
forces of some plans unknown, are in the stream of roads they brave
yet my children cling to something they have learned
of this a gathered knowledge they have yearned
to stand on solid ground when all around the earth is shaken
by those who create terror, but of my children’s courage they awaken
time of thoughts, time of posture, seems to be a losing battle
to take up arms against the fire, that would burn all in a battle
opened eyes who yet still see the future being uncertain,
are only seeing the smoldering ashes through a thin and fading curtain
as the good prevail, the books will write the story
of all who stood their ground and in the end won with humbled glory
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