She stands in the meadow
A grave at her feet
He died saving strangers
From the Flames and the heat
From a grave made of metal
He showed her the way
With the fear and the horror
He'd not planned to stay

This son of freedom
This man of courage
An angels Hero
His daughters pride
With delusions divotion
They Stole him in a moment
In our time of weakness
He paid freedoms price

He Stands in the meadow
A grave at his feet
She died in the rubble
With the flames and the heat
From a grave made of metal
She'd saved him that day
Through the fear and the horror
She showed him the way

She is his angel
His hearts only wish
The needfull freedoms savior
Her sons joyfull light
Guiltless Blameless
She's Courage Defined
In our time of weakness
She showed us the way

Awed we watch
Innocent Angels of light
Two desperate Heros'
Paying freedoms price.

My first attempt at actualy purposefully rhyming