the unforgettable fire

your wing that's chaste and pure and free.
whose shine, an undeniable shade of sun,
for all this land to dear and see.

you who taught us
to seek what is right,
not by a stroke of a deadly gun
nor a shed of innocent blood.

but by a faithful fight.
a sign of the cross to the one above,
beseige this neverending run.

this day be still
when heaven looks below.
the honor, to mourn a mother's fire,
her children seek her endless glow.

we who walk past this day,
moved by a path her life she lay.

her cry, her cause.
etched to each these grounded soul.


salamat tita cory.

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