True Love of Coffee

Last Stand

In paradise, we find the most reward
The light of hope and of morning resurrection,
Of daring that we, above all else,
Are the chosen few who must survive.
The land, from rolling hills to perfect ocean shores,
Is the vision to which we will wake,
We will seek our destiny, with laughter and humility,
Against the fury of breaking waves,
As our spirits pound against the swords of man,
And our honor finds itself spoken only in passing.
The trial of our lives, the question of our existence
Found only in moments of recollection
By those who would be our family,
Without ever having embraced us in hand,
But owing us everything in heart.
The very trial of our existence, our very purpose,
Written into history, by our actions and our beliefs.
To be remembered and embraced,
Fueling our passion in such sacrifice,
That we, the few, have given our lives.

This entry was posted on Thursday, October 4th, 2007 at 9:08 pm and is filed under Coffee - Volume Two, Honor, Survival. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.