For centuries;
Man has blamed you for our pain;
Every problem, every heartache,
Held your name.
With blood on our hands;
For the numerous sins we commit,
We still point those hands to you,
Our failure we refuse to admit.
Let the truth unravel;
Let the truth be told,
That you've always been our hero;
Standing brave and bold.
For it is your forgiveness and your love for us;
That kept us sheltered from the storm;
Through those cold moments;
You kept us safe and warm.
Like the candle In the wind,
You illuminate so bright,
In the midst of darkness;
You are always our light.
Let the truth unravel;
Let the truth be told,
That you've always been our hero;
Standing brave and bold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem