Fires of our Freedom – The Ballad of Old Glory by Jonas Hyde Keep in thought this moment of breath, And remember this eve, Countrymen, my brothers I implore, For morrow’s dawn shall offer freedom or death, As on this eve’s twilight, all shall hear Glory’s roar. Together we stand from shore to shore,...
Renaissance by Jonas Hyde
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My Death
My Death by Jonas Hyde My Death, I bid you hello, welcome you to my domain, ‘fore you invite me to yours, e’ermore. Some may pray, others may weep, tho’ not I my friend, those words shalln’t be whispered, even once from my breath. In their stead I thank you, for not coming sooner,...
