Long-ago stranger in a frozen land,
Untested, fresh and brilliant, living dreams
Of heroes and of glory and of stars.
Then touched in youth by Fate's capricious hand,
He learned by heart the cruelty of Her schemes,
His dignity untarnished by his scars.
On blackest nights a steadfast, glowing spark,
Though burdened by defeat and shrill demand
With sweat of brow and beat of heart he fought
To nurture hope when all around was dark.
Unbowed in times when others failed to stand
He earned a love that can't be cheaply bought.