Echoes of Courage

Beneath the sky so wide, so still, the winds carry

names, they always will. Footsteps fade, but the echoes stay

through the fields of honour where they lay. We remember, we stand,

we see the cost of the fight, the price of the free.

Lost and living, their stories burn in our hearts, their flame returns. Boots that marched,

now solid stone, voices raised, not left alone. Through the dust, through the years,

they carve their courage into our tears. We remember, we stand,

we see the cost of the fight, the price of the free.