Batavia, beautiful and in time of support
"The night is overcome by..."
...brightness, and love remains the same.
"....yet what a charming earnest world it is, so modest we can hardly hear it whizz....I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night...as long as my sacrifice is not forgotten".
"The weakness is overcome by..."
...strength, and love remains the same.
I was that which others did not want to be.
I went where others feared to go and did what others failed to do.
I asked nothing from those who gave nothing, and reluctantly neglected the thought of eternal leadness... should I fail.
I have seen the face of terror,
felt the stinging cold of fear,
and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment's love.
I have cried, pained, and hoped...
but most of all I have lived times others would say were best forgotten.
At least ... I was proud of what I was