Treasure Island

Hans Maae Taala

In Remembrance of the Fallen

In remembrance of the fallen
Your gift I cherish tame
The price you paid quickly forgotten
So I bow my head in shame

In remembrance of the fallen
Your selflessness comforts me
Your courage, strength, and sacrifice
Allow men to live free

In remembrance of the fallen
Who fought while people slept
I empathize your willingness
And embrace it in my depths

In remembrance of the fallen
In the winds your names are chanted
Your dignity like mountain peaks
Freedom, people take for granted

In remembrance of the fallen
Your fight was not in vain
People sleep pleasantly
Though they'll never know your pain

In remembrance of the fallen
Your tribute is not a waste
Because of you we stand up free
And Liberty we taste

Submitted: Friday, June 10, 2011
Edited: Saturday, June 11, 2011

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