Mourn Them, for They Were Brave
Nineteen flames, extinguished too soon—
daughters of an ancient creed, undone.
Their courage lives in the soil, the stars,
a fire that time nor hate can erase.
Mourn them, but let their light guide us.
Nineteen flames, extinguished too soon—
daughters of an ancient creed, undone.
Their courage lives in the soil, the stars,
a fire that time nor hate can erase.
Mourn them, but let their light guide us.