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Guarda o Que Tens - Lauriete

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The Prison Ship Martyrs’ Monument in Fort Greene Park honors over 11,500 American patriots who died aboard British prison ships in New York Harbor during the Revolutionary War.
That staggering number is greater than all the American combat deaths from every battle of the war combined — making the prison ships the single deadliest site of sacrifice in the entire conflict! This song is a thank you we all forget to give!
In Brooklyn’s heart, the column stands tall,
Names etched in stone, they speak for all.
The silence whispers, the shadows mark,
The martyrs rest in Fort Greene Park.
They were captured men, young and brave,
Fighting freedom, not seeking fame.
The British ships became their tomb,
Dark hulks drifting, a floating gloom.
Eleven thousand souls confined,
In rotting holds, no light to find.
Disease and hunger claimed their breath,
Each day a march toward certain death.
They could have lived, if they betrayed,
Sworn allegiance, their souls mislaid.
But they chose honor, chose their land,
And died with freedom in their hand.
So walk the steps, and see the stone,
Know their sacrifice, may they not be alone.
Raise your voice, where freedom left its mark
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....
No battle claimed so many lives,
No field of war where hope survives.
But prison ships, with iron bars,
Held more dead than all the wars.
The stench of death, the cries of pain,
The chains that bound, the endless rain.
Yet still they sang of liberty,
A song of hope, of dignity.
Failure was not disgrace,
It was the price they faced.
They erased the fear,
Expanded taste,
To reach a higher place.
They chose the silence,
They chose the grave,
So freedom’s song
Could still be saved.
This is the thing we forget,
The price of freedom, the debt.
A place we can go, to honor the past,
To thank the martyrs whose courage will last.
Why Space, Why Space, remember their name,
Martyrs who perished, but lit freedom’s flame.
In Fort Greene Park, their story is told,
A chorus of courage, a spirit of gold.
Stanford White built the column high,
Adolph Weinman’s urn touched the sky.
A monument for those who died,
Who chose their country, not the bribe.
So walk the steps, and see the stone,
Know their sacrifice, may they not be alone.
Raise your voice, where freedom left its mark
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....
For the martyrs.. of ..Fort Greene Park....

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