In the darkest hour, when shadows grew tall,
A voice rose up, a rallying call,
He led with courage, a nation's light,
In the face of peril, he stood to fight.
Echoes of a giant, in history's halls,
A hero's rise, a hero's fall,
With victories grand and burdens deep,
In the pages of time, his legacy we keep.
But shadows linger in the tales we tell,
Of empires built, where freedom fell,
A man of his time, with views so stark,
The light he cast, left shadows dark.
Echoes of a giant, in history's halls,
A hero's rise, a hero's fall,
With victories grand and burdens deep,
In the pages of time, his legacy we keep.
Through the lens of now, we see the past,
A complex figure, his shadow cast,
What once was fair, even great,
History recast, now we berate.
How we berate...
He wrote with wisdom, a world he knew,
With words that inspired, and dreams he drew,
But the cost was heavy, the price was paid,
In lands afar, where his empire laid.
Echoes of a giant, in history's halls,
A hero's rise, a hero's fall,
With victories grand and burdens deep,
In the pages of time, his legacy we keep.
So here we stand, with eyes so clear,
Honouring truth, with hearts sincere,
Winston's tale, both dark and bright,
A giant's echo, in the fading light.
So here we stand, with eyes so clear,
Honouring truth, with hearts sincere,
Winston's tale, both dark and bright,
A giant's echo, in the fading light.