Faces of stone, a village underground,
Community of heroes, every one
With a hard-earned tale. When no one is around
They keep a silent vigil ‘till the sun
Comes round again to warm the earth above
Their resting place. They left a legacy
For us the living, with unfading love
For their time with us. With eyes closed we see
Their spectre dancing through our consciousness,
To conjure valiant acts. We shan’t pretend
Their sacrifice to make a hard world less
Troubled didn’t forestall a violent end.
In their brave service we must seek release
From lasting grief and find a place of peace.