Unsung

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Ain’t a hero or a saint
Before the eyes you never gained.
In the wars with misery and truth
The fall for you was the only sooth.

Worlds are saved by hour by day
But songs aren’t there on you to say.
Where you rest we never know
The dark of waters or the searing woe.

Been tied to weight of iron and stone
Sometime to cage sometime to drown.
let not the scars to brim with bitter
You fought and smiled till the shatter.

Not each of fights makes a ripple
For every place the world’s no supple.
So lift the hearts and survive the tears
For the words and tales may persevere.