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.
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