story

We stood our ground and held our own,
With pride through every year.
The world turned away in silence,
Refusing what they’d hear.
They closed their eyes to every truth,
And judged us from afar,
Never stopping long enough
To learn just who we are.

They said that we were evil
that hatred filled our hearts.
Their voices spread like wildfire,
Defining all of us
But truth outlives the loudest lies,
Though history gathers dust.
One day they’ll know the truth behind
The story of us.

Then the storm swept over
A storm no soul could tame.
The skies were filled with smoke and fear,
And nothing stayed the same.
The fields were marked by tears and loss,
The roads by those who’d run.
Another chapter written down
Before the day was done.

Now our home wears the shadows
Of battles left behind.
The scars remain on every hill,
In every heart and mind.
Though silence fills the empty homes,
Our memories still remain.
No passing years can wash away
The echoes of that pain.

As our home cries out in sorrow,
Still mourning what was lost,
We’ll carry every name and face,
No matter what the cost.
We’ll place these stories in the hands
Of every daughter and son,
So they will know where they belong
And where they came from.

They may rewrite the pages,
They may bury every name.
But truth survives the passing years;
It cannot be erased.
We’ll pass it on to those who come,
So they will always trust
The voices of the ones who lived
The story of us.

Let our children tell our story.
Let our grandchildren know.
For as long as one heart remembers,
Our story will live be known.

Classic Rock, Heroic, Aggressive, Inspirational, Introspective, Male Vocals, Harmonized Vocals, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Drums, Moderate (76-108 BPM), Driving, Acoustic Guitar