Verse 1
Arise and walk these shadowed streets,
Breathe deep the remnants of a time long past,
Whose industrial heart still beats,
In toxic fumes, our visions cast.
Chorus
Oh, lift the banner, brave and torn,
Let the bitter winds collide,
Through every crack, through every scorn,
Hope’s light will be our guide.
Verse 2
Parted lips share wisdom's song,
Breaking silence that binds the soul,
In every echo, we belong,
Orphaned hearts, we make whole.
Chorus
Oh, lift the banner, brave and torn,
Let the bitter winds collide,
Through every crack, through every scorn,
Hope’s light will be our guide.
Verse 3
Release those questions buried deep,
Can we forgive what Time has lost?
Awaken dreams from restless sleep,
And rise above their heavy cost.
Chorus
Oh, lift the banner, brave and torn,
Let the bitter winds collide,
Through every crack, through every scorn,
Hope’s light will be our guide.
Outro
Illumine horizons once concealed,
As morning calls, we’ll break these chains,
With voices strong, our truth revealed,
From this darkness, our Spirit gains.
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Not only a song, poem but a hymn. A battle cry if you would. I hear it raise as a gathering army comming to battle with life.
Thanks Soren, this speaks to me quite clearly. 🙏🏻
This brings to mind a kind of rallying call I imagine being sung in the dark and grim streets of early post war Britain .. It also reminds me of the troubled times of my own youth during the recession .. and so very many other things besides .. a great post arqios .. neville with a small N
Thanks N. 🙏🏻
I wondered if I could set a tune to this. The verses are almost in 8.8.8.8. (often used in some hymn tunes), plus the chorus in 8.7.8.6. Can't think of a tune just now though.
Oh this is exciting, getting its very own tune! Thanks o 🙏🏻
Not sure how political you wanted to make this Rik, but to me it is the call accompanying labor's struggle with capital everywhere. Great stuff.
Could very well be, mate. Although, politicking is not a main goal of mine. For me the plight of the labouring masses is paramount! Perhaps that has been well reflected here. But as for political parties in and of themselves— they could so easily veer off course should no one and nothing be there to keep them in the straight and narrow.
No, you are right. My use of the term had bugger all to do with political parties and particularly nothing to do with the duopoly which exists where we live.
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