Just the Beginning (The Veil Lifted) Part 2

Some mornings I sit there in silence and think, “I can’t keep doing this.” Then I remember I said that last week… and I’m still here, still trying, still giving it everything I’ve got. That’s not weakness. That’s strength most people will never understand. Let's own the day

Own the Day

Breaking Free

Life is not easy. Keep going you've got this. 

Strength in the Struggle

Life is not easy. Keep going.  You will make it. Especially with a little help from Brazil

Strength in the Struggle 'alt'

Remembering the hero's. Theirs and their families sacrifices. Not just for WWI/WWII but for all conflicts.

In the darkness before the dawn,
Brave souls take flight, and the struggle goes on,
Pilots in the sky, soldiers on the ground,
Fighting for freedom, where courage is found.
They sort through the chaos, files in their hands,
Bonds forged in fire, united they stand,
Each heartbeat a promise, each sacrifice made,
Echoing stories of the choices they've laid.

Lest we forget, the battles they fight,
In the shadow of grief, we honour their light,
Through the tempest and trial, their spirits remain,
As the past intertwines with the joy and the pain.

From the fields of France to the coasts of old England,
Their duty calls firm, and they respond to command,
Each sight that they witness, a burden to bear,
Memories woven in the fabric they wear.
In the reeking tubes and iron shards lie,
The death of young dreams, the question of why,
Sons and daughters lost in the storm of the fight,
Each name a reminder, each heart a light.

Lest we forget, the battles they fight,
In the shadow of grief, we honour their light,
Through the tempest and trial, their spirits remain,
As the past intertwines with the joy and the pain.

The tumult and shouting, it fades with the night,
Captains and Kings, they’re lost from our sight,
Yet where do we go when the art turns to dust?
We carry the weight; in remembrance we trust.
No mercy for anyone, the harsh price we pay,
In the face of the horror, the brave find their way.

Because these are the stories of glorious lives,
Of bravery's echoes, where true courage thrives,
Families shattered, yet resilient and strong,
In the heart of the battle, we all belong.
At the going down of the sun, we stand tall,
Remembering the heroes who answered the call,
With every breath taken, we pledge by their side,
In honour and gratitude, their spirits abide.

Lest we forget, the battles they fight,
In the shadow of grief, we honour their light,
Through the tempest and trial, their spirits remain,
As the past intertwines with the joy and the pain.

So lift up your voices, let the trumpets ring clear,
For courage and sacrifice, we draw ever near,
With heavy hearts beating, we carry their names,
Together in honour, their legacy claims.
Lest we forget, through the trials and test,
We cherish their spirits, our heroes, the best.




Breaking Free

Gregg Spychala