The land where the living meets the dead.
Looking over the great river Han,
A dark place of missing,
Like a dream,
Sacrificing a thousand Lives.
Can you feel the magic of Hero's?
Resting in this place,
Shadows of stone stand tall,
Rising through the mists of a dark history,
Taller than the tallest buildings in Seoul,
Where the magic of life has ended,
In this dark place, immortality lives on,
Where Faith, Strength Courage will always shine,
Shine brighter than a mother and child
watching their first sunrise,
A place the dead will guard us for eternity.
Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
The land where the living meets the dead.
Looking over the great river Han,
A dark place of missing,
Like a dream,
Sacrificing a thousand Lives.
Can you feel the magic of Hero's?
Resting in this place,
Shadows of stone stand tall,
Rising through the mists of a dark history,
Taller than the tallest buildings in Seoul,
Where the magic of life has ended,
In this dark place, immortality lives on,
Where Faith, Strength Courage will always shine,
Shine brighter than a mother and child
watching their first sunrise,
A place the dead will guard us for eternity.
Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
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