All great leaders,
But can only be history for me.
I want to praise them,
But for what my eyes can not see.
For they spoke only the truth and the justice of those who could not seek.
Came a soft melody for all our peoples creed.
But in the mind of the unknown, trouble leaks,
As if something has gone wrong.
Standing, a man of fear.
Resisting only what is good for him to hear.
Now ready to aim and fire, only because he feels threatened,
And his whole life was a liar,
Confronted by reality, the truth has revealed his true mentality.
Frustrated with a tear, he pulls back the trigger, as if relieved.
Out goes the bullet, fast and in a hurry,
And hits the life of the inspirations and dreams to all people in a burden.
So every year each leader has a special day,
Some for remembrance, and others to repent and pray.
But will only be history for me.