His bleeding heart is yet to recover
From the loss of brethren in bloody battles.
Yet, he wipes our tears and allays our fears
And rises to cover the world like a mantle.
He would have faced fallacious trials,
And grievous wounds that hardly dried.
If unity and love shake hands across boundaries,
We can find him standing with towering pride.
His dreams are burnt slowly to embers,
His desires are now just a nagging pain,
He frets not to build new roads and castles
He’s a Braveheart, will catch the rope of hope again!