Rise and Fall

forgotten are the causes of the brave who stood to die

long lost are their loved ones who heard their final cry

of love or hate, whether right or wrong, a lasting lament or a rousing song

they are but dust now one and all, the old, the bold, the meek and strong

 

the passion that those souls once felt, has all but gone from here

before us now the lamest heroes, dimmer, more similar by the year

but the times are always changing and yet history will repeat

and who will follow the footsteps, of those wilder, surer feet?

 

 

 

 

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