The memories come back, like the lilac.

May 25, 2006 19:05

The song is echoing around the myriad worlds today. Listen, and you can hear it.

All the little angels rise up, rise up. All the little angels rise up high.

It is in the voices of soldiers, of guardsmen, of police, of all who have a duty and an oath to fulfill (without fear comma favour comma or thought of personal safety). It is in the voices of the living and the voices of the dead.

How do they rise up, rise up, rise up? How do they rise up, rise up high?

Today is dedicated to the people who were not heroes, who did what they saw as the job in front of them, even if they died to do it. Today is dedicated to the people who brought a little sanity to a mad world. Today is dedicated to the rebels, and the dreamers, and the realists, and the honour-bound. Today is dedicated to the dead.

They rise hearts up, hearts up, hearts up. They rise hearts up, hearts up high.

Those who were there, remember. Remember the lilac and the songs.

All the little angels rise up, rise up. All the little angels rise up high.

Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonable Priced Love! And a Hard-Boiled Egg!

25th of may

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