(Image copyright: Heart Radio, June 14th, 2017)
Beneath the bridge, beside the road,
a company lies down their load.
A single face is worn by all,
darkened by the midnight call.
No sign will point, for them, a way
to keep their memories at bay;
a silence in the wake of screams
is quieter than peaceful dreams.
These are the heroes without name,
who caught the constellation's fire,
who fought for freedom, not for fame
who sought our children in the pyre
who ran to hell when angels fell,
and blinked back ash, instead of tears.
We thank them now, through all our fear,
we thank them for our coming years
- While others hang their heads in shame,
these are our heroes, without name.