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I don't remember much
Sunlight piercing your eyes,
Approaching the plane,
Hands protecting,
Waving to the press.

No one could ever know.
No words could ever tell it.
No one could ever know.
Could anyone hear it?

No one could ever know.
No words could ever tell it.
No one could ever know.
How did you bear it?

People like you
Know the value of life,
Know the value of freedom,
Know the value of light.
People like you
Know the value of life:
The darker years.

People like us
Know the value of life,
Know the value of freedom,
Know the value of light.
People like us
Know the value of life:
Don't you think?

I don't remember much
Sunlight piercing your eyes,
Approaching the plane,
Hands protecting,
Waving to the press,
Free.

No one could ever know.
No words could ever tell it.
No one could ever know
The darker years.


*Hostages in the Lebanon from 1987 to 1991.  Long periods of their captivity were spent in complete darkness.

 

 

 

 

The darker years

A poem for John McCarthy, Terry Waite and Brian Keenan*

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