As I trace my path of history
I found that old damp wall
whereon upon you wrote those words
on that sad may morn'
I thought of you and Grace there
in that empty Chapel hall
a love so empowering
it's residue still recalls.
I felt the pride swell in my heart
as I walked your last few steps
and in my heart I felt your pain
for that young bride you left bereft.
The paint is peeling slowly Joseph
and a story is revealed
of bravery and love as one
can never be repealed.
As I looked back to the alter
where you held her that last day
I swear I caught a glimpse of you
as I made on my way...
Again I peeped and there you stood
with Grace by your side
and I saw Pearse and Connelly
and for Ireland I smiled and cried.
your story now a fairytale
is sung on the sweetest voice
Your love for your dear country
was the only freedom choice...
But our history you have written
we learned all by your rule
we'll strive to be united
and never again England's fool.
Silver trophy winner
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