Revolutions

Sing, a song of dawn

Dawn, the day reborn

Breathe deep of the dawn before the storm

This hearth, this home

Wrested forth from tired fingers

Bathed in blood and sealed in stone

Soul scarred, twelve-fold

Beckoned by the bells of vengeance, spirits bold

A lover lost, a family torn

A solemn pyre, raised to rouse the slumbering heaven

Fire in your eyes, fire in your hearts

Steeled as you sound the horns of war

Yet know the cost, for who shall mourn

When light is quenched

That another might burn brighter

Let not the rays of justice blind

E'er trust in grace and she shall guide

Soft is the breeze that can set the petal free

And yet 'tis the storm that doth see the petal soar

High o'er the trees in the throes of liberty

'Till unstirring skies consign her to memory

One kingdom's fall is another kingdom's freedom

One sovereign's war is another sovereign's peace

One mother's pride is another mother's sorrow

Their tears both soak the land that they love

Two lives, two swords

Given in to shadowed whispers, wicked words

Yet tell me true – doth louder toll

A rival's cry, or the oaths that spur her onward

Your time is come, a choice bestown

Tonight, for unsung sins atone

This night you need not walk alone