Hi! For making a good mix between the sad reality and the world of hope and music, I have a song for you! It's the song No Bravery of James Blunt this is the text of it... (Don't forget my PS please...)
There are children standing here, Arms outstretched into the sky, Tears drying on their face. He has been here. Brothers lie in shallow graves. Fathers lost without a trace. A nation blind to their disgrace, Since he's been here.
And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. Only sadness.
Houses burnt beyond repair. The smell of death is in the air. A woman weeping in despair says, He has been here. Tracer lighting up the sky. It's another families' turn to die. A child afraid to even cry out says, He has been here.
And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness.
There are children standing here, Arms outstretched into the sky, But no one asks the question why, He has been here. Old men kneel and accept their fate. Wives and daughters cut and raped. A generation drenched in hate. Yes, he has been here.
And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. And I see no bravery, No bravery in your eyes anymore. Only sadness. Only sadness.
PS: Im also a little bit sad:
I dont know how to put music and video on this bloggen.be
Sorry for that,
But the music and a video of this song youll find on
Everyone knows that there havebeen 2 very big wars in our region, two world wars... Of course there are still a lot of signs of them, here in the Flanders, for example there are a lot of cemetery's, especially with graves of English soldiers The wars where also the inspiration for poetry. This is a really famous poem, written by John Mc Crae...
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders Fields
