Grieve over grief.
When someone dies you feel the loss,
You grieve with others who share the loss.
We are natural mourners who honour others,
Standing firm in our beliefs as we permit others.
Time is a great healer, memories remain.
Pain and joy are ever present in our minds.
Trying to forgive persecution but not all.
I vow to thee my country who suffered,
The will of others cast a dark shadow,
Celebrations of shackles removed.
One hundred years pass, and wounds slowly heal.
Ireland my Ireland almost free from the clutches of one nation.