A FEW HAVE STOOD

A few have stood, against the tide,

Their hearts unbroken, their spirits inside.

They faced the storm, with eyes aflame,

And rose above, with a hero's name.

Their stories whispered, through the years,

Of trials faced, and doubts dispelled.

Their footsteps marked, on the path less trod,

A trail of hope, for those who've been awed.

Through darkness and light, they've made their way,

And found the strength, to face the day.

Their voices raised, a chorus clear,

A call to courage, for those who fear.

In the silence, their legacy remains,

A beacon of hope, that still sustains.

A reminder that, though few may stand,

Their impact echoes, across the land.

Their hearts were tested, like gold in fire,

And though they faltered, they never retired.

They rose again, with a warrior's cry,

And claimed their victory, in the morning sky.

Their names etched in, the annals of time,

A testament to, their courage sublime.

A few have stood, and conquered the night,

And lit the way, for the morning light.

Their spirit lives on, a flame that burns,

A guiding star, that navigates the years.

For those who follow, in their footsteps tread,

And find the courage, to stand in their stead.

And when the road ahead seems unclear,

And the shadows fall, and doubts appear,

Their stories whisper, a gentle breeze,

That stirs the heart, and awakens the trees.

And in the echoes, of their noble past,

We find the strength, to stand and last.

For though the journey's long, and hard, and steep,

Their legacy remains, a promise to keep.