Francis Duggan


Fools Always Rush In


Fools always rush in where angels fear to thread
And heroes and cowards they are equal when dead
And death does make equal the coward and the brave
And the worm the only form of life in the grave,
Dead war heroes many love to glorify
The reason for this i often ponder why
Perhaps it is seen as a patriotic thing
The praises of long dead war heroes to sing,
My advice to every young woman and man
Is live for as long as you possibly can
Dead heroes can't help you the life from them gone
The real heroes are those who keep on keeping on
And who would wish to die for respect for to win
Where angels fear to thread the fools always rush in.






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Submitted: Thursday, May 22, 2008

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