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Below the hanging tree I wept Remembering the past. There was a secret I still kept Or – it kept me aghast. A secret so ingrained in me, An ache, a pain so deep, A nightmare all day long for years I could not fall asleep. Beside the hanging tree I crept My world – a shrunken hiss… That fateful night I found the cure Was in the air I kissed. Beneath the hanging tree I dreamt Of stranger things to come. But all my dreams were swiftly swept With shafts of morning sun. Behind the hanging tree I stepped And took the leap of faith. And now I know you are to come To this most sacred place. The memory of ones we lost Will never fade away And neither will our love for them – Not for a single day. We might seem peaceful, fair enough, But we have shown our teeth. When freedom cried and duty called We chose to clench our fists. With every step along the way, With every drop of blood We learnt there was a price to pay. We hardened our hearts. With every cut and every bruise And every shot we took Our numbers grew, so long the queues That everywhere you looked You’d see the mothers and the sons, The daughters and the dads, Their fiery eyes, their daring hearts, Their disregard for death. With every blast and every hit And every shrapnel piece, The hopes went high, the dreams grew big – Our dreams of lasting peace. But first there was a war to win, An ego to submit, Old gods to cast aside for good And fears to defeat. A score of scores to be paid off, A destiny to meet, Old shackles to be shaken off, A brave new world to greet. And long and hard the battle went, The toll is still unknown… But to this day we reap the fruit Of seeds of love we’ve sown. … And now, around the hanging tree We join our hands As we recall what made us free, What brought peace to our lands. I smile as I linger on – A minute, maybe five As I recall the war we fought, The sacrifice, the lives. I weep no more, so wild and free, And all I ask of thee: Are you, are you Coming to the tree?
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
timmyshanti
Are You Coming?
Below the hanging tree I wept Remembering the past. There was a secret I still kept Or – it kept me aghast. A secret so ingrained in me, An ache, a pain so deep, A nightmare all day long for years I could not fall asleep. Beside the hanging tree I crept My world – a shrunken hiss… That fateful night I found the cure Was in the air I kissed. Beneath the hanging tree I dreamt Of stranger things to come. But all my dreams were swiftly swept With shafts of morning sun. Behind the hanging tree I stepped And took the leap of faith. And now I know you are to come To this most sacred place. The memory of ones we lost Will never fade away And neither will our love for them – Not for a single day. We might seem peaceful, fair enough, But we have shown our teeth. When freedom cried and duty called We chose to clench our fists. With every step along the way, With every drop of blood We learnt there was a price to pay. We hardened our hearts. With every cut and every bruise And every shot we took Our numbers grew, so long the queues That everywhere you looked You’d see the mothers and the sons, The daughters and the dads, Their fiery eyes, their daring hearts, Their disregard for death. With every blast and every hit And every shrapnel piece, The hopes went high, the dreams grew big – Our dreams of lasting peace. But first there was a war to win, An ego to submit, Old gods to cast aside for good And fears to defeat. A score of scores to be paid off, A destiny to meet, Old shackles to be shaken off, A brave new world to greet. And long and hard the battle went, The toll is still unknown… But to this day we reap the fruit Of seeds of love we’ve sown. … And now, around the hanging tree We join our hands As we recall what made us free, What brought peace to our lands. I smile as I linger on – A minute, maybe five As I recall the war we fought, The sacrifice, the lives. I weep no more, so wild and free, And all I ask of thee: Are you, are you Coming to the tree?
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