https://aimusicgen.ai/share/d9f90f95-7103-4265-9f00-efd55d332645 The Arena of the Brave - a dedication to all veterans. mw
The Loneliest Peak
(Verse 1) Patrick Fletcher watched them climb the ancient Ndebele stone, Where the kings of old had left their mark, and the mountain stood alone. The midday sun was burning fierce on the granite, slick and wide, As the royal house of England made their way up the hillside. The Queen Mother’s heels gave way on the rock, a stumble in the heat, The young Princess, stepped out her own shoes and walked on in stockinged feet. She gave her strength to her mother’s stride, to brave the steep ascent, And walked the burning mountain path, where the stockinged footsteps went.
(Chorus) For seventy years, a thread of gold through all the changing grey, The weight of a crown, so gracefully you led the way. From the heat of the bush to the palace floor, A steadfast heart that we’ll see no more.
(Verse 2) They reached the crest where the titan lay, beneath the silent skies, But she wandered past the smooth-cut tomb where the shadow of empire lies. She stood against the dipping sun, where the world’s view opens wide, Surveying the vast and silent veldt, with the future at her side. And the King looked out at his daughter there, a silhouette of grace, "There stands Lilibet all alone," he whispered in that place. "She will be lonely in her life," for he knew the heavy cost, Of a sovereign path where the woman fades, and the human self is lost.
(Chorus) For seventy years, a thread of gold through all the changing grey, The weight of a crown, so gracefully you led the way. From the heat of the bush to the palace floor, A steadfast heart that we’ll see no more.
(Bridge) She reigned above the palm and pine, as the old world came to fade, Never looking back in bitterness at the history they had made. An imperial vow she tightly held, though the borders shifted fast, The final giant of an age, a bridge to a vanished past. Now the names are changed, the statutes turned, and the critics cast their stone, But the memory stays of the barefoot girl on the hot Matopos stone.
(Outro) The sun has dipped beneath the veldt, the longest reign is done, The lonely peak is quiet now, at the setting of the sun. No more miles in stockinged feet, no more burdens left to bear, Rest now, your Majesty, under the Creator's care. A quiet strength we always knew. The long road is over. We remember you.
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