At the going down of the sun
and of the clouds descending one by one
the once green scenary,
the forever growing finary
that you once knew
a glourious britain
made because of you

A small section
A minuet destination
granted freedom
disclosed and escaped
from segreation and interegation

You are but what you become
You are but what you believe
A known man
a soul fighter

You are a grandfather
You are a father
You are a hidden depth
you’ve served your debt

Through deep meaning smiles
and with cold hands
leading to a warm heart
you are more then a hero
i’m sure I needn’t mention that
from the start.