We all want to be heroes See our names in lights But being a hero means more Than looking for a fight. We think being a hero Means going big Or giving all What if heroism Means something small? Like a hug Or a helpful hand, Being a hero happens. We all have small chancesContinue reading “We all want to be heroes (And a bearing of the soul)”
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Get Up Soldier
Get up, get up The enemy’s near Get up get up Before they are here Arm up, arm up Pick up your armor and sword Arm up, arm up And take heart the Lord’s word Stand up, stand up They’re lining in rows Shields up, shields up They’re raining arrows Fight on, soldier We willContinue reading “Get Up Soldier”
Where Have All the Fighters Gone?
Where have all the fighters gone? The few, the vocal, the brave I hope they return before too long Before we all end up in the grave. The wicked are now too strong Our voice is now too weak And if this goes for far too long Who will stand up for the meek? PityContinue reading “Where Have All the Fighters Gone?”
Beaten down
Beaten down A most mortal wounding Powerless I wish I were stronger But while I am willing My body is weak I feel so useless So beaten By my own body The fragility of flesh I am broken I am weak
