Not a long song.
Not elaborate either... Just one verse, four lines in the register of the ceremonial songs the Dravenholm family had used at military events since before most people present were born, the register of things meant to be said once and remembered.
His voice was low, with the resonance of voices that filled a space differently from how they filled it in conversation. The kind of voice that suggested the speaker had been given something and had chosen not to use it, until now. It was unexpectedly good.
What was left unfinished belongs to those who walk ahead.What was given by destiny was wholeheartedly donated to the city that birthed a Diamond Stead.Courage that has nothing to gain from honesty is the only honest kind.Welcome is not given by blood; it is earned by the worthy stud who proves they're self-defined.
Four lines.
It was about the future built on what others left behind.
