I stood where the northern winds howl fierce,
Where frost clung to my breath, heavy and clear,
And the anthem of Canada, bold and bright,
Was the song in my chest through the longest night.
I carried the weight of the crimson leaf,
Through battles of sorrow, through valleys of grief,
With boots pressed firm in sacred sand,
And my heart still bound to this steadfast land.
I’ve felt the morning's trembling sun
Rise slow on days when hope seemed none,
But in that dawn, I found my place—
In loyalty, in duty, in quiet grace.
I’ve known the taste of dust and rain,
The scent of pine, the bite of pain,
But through it all, with hand on heart,
I held my country’s soul apart.
Now, as maple branches bend and sway,
In golden light of autumn’s day,
I stand in peace, yet never forget
The oath I swore, with no regret.
For I am blessed, forever true,
To wear the red and white I knew,
A veteran strong, with pride to say:
I gave my best for Canada’s way.
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