Your days were not long, but you fought
You fought for freedom from the darkness
And of all the woe that was wrought
Of all of it, I must confess
You were my hope in the days of old.
Through it all you had faith
You believed, as I’ve told
We would come through unscathed.
Our fight would be told of
To the ending day
Some would be free to love
And some would continue their hate.
You who were the first of your kind
Would now your path to freedom find.