The hurricane rolled in

Fair weather rolled out

You were the flame which remained

You were the spirit which died not

You were the steel which yielded not

You were the voice which fell silent not

Among the crash
And the smash
And the visceral vicious lash
You cried not
Except tears of joyful appreciation
When the storm was over
And calm came again

You are a victory

And should my memory of you
Be ever in danger of fading 
I will recall you
I will paint again the lines of you
Breathe new life into 
Those sepia whispers
So you are once again 
A symphony 
As fresh 
As one performed yesterday 

You are a victory

And if your song 
Should ever fall out of tune
I will help you sing you back to life
So you are once again 
A melody 
As fresh 
As one composed yesterday 

You are a victory