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"The Valiant"

C.J. Ingerson
1/19/99

Verse 1
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Stepped forth from the shadows
of childhood to take on all foes
was the youth of days gone by.
The old from ages now past
for always in history when needed
are those who will stand
to fight the wicked, the greedy
and for every coward who hides
in shrub or cave or behind another
will in shame die a thousands
deaths before the one who stands
and is called among the valiant.

Verse 2
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Each age has known of heroes
some real and many fictitious,
but most are never known by
name or face as history records,
only what someone then fancied
to be the important to the strong.
While the vanquished and foe
may have been in the right it is
always the winner who wrote
the history of the event for time
to know of great deeds and feats
of those who were valiant or not.

Verse 3
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So when you walk about today
look closely at those you pass
for among them are the heroes,
or do we perceive the pretenders
while which are we count ourselves
for do we really know if we'd stand
or run, are we valiant or a coward?
Will we die but once or thousands
while yet we live and cannot die
till our days are numbered now;
for why would we know unless we
committed to be before we knew?

Verse 4
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Maybe it is not fair for such questions
but yet all of the time we are bullied
into believing what others tell us is true.
Whether we understand or not makes
no difference, as truth is what the power
demands be true, not necessarily what
truth really is or ought to be, so where
do you stand in this fight of truth today?
Is it true you are innocent if not convicted
or are guilty because you could not afford
to defend yourself in a court of law today;
thus we are left only to ourselves to know.

Verse 5
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The valiant were here today and yesterday
but did they all get noticed or forgotten
matterth not one or the other for they were
and will always be measured as valiant,
even though they seek not the recognition
of man or of the things of this world now.
They are the ones who when the battle
displays its fury and death is asunder
stand and fight for all to gather to them,
and then from them the strength to keep
from leaving this field this day in shame;
for it is from the valiant that others stand.






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