Kelly Boesch - For The Brave

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"I really love this prompt and surreal style. I have used this before but it’s really so much fun to play with I wanted to make some new ones. VEO3 animates these images so wonderfully. It always makes the people face off or appear brave in the face of what is happening around them. The song is called ‘For The Brave’. It is a tribute to all of the brave people standing up to injustice and using their voices and protecting their neighbors. There are many of you standing strong and standing together. It’s so powerful. Thank you. You give me strength when I feel I can’t stand it anymore and feel like I am giving up hope. "

For The Brave – Jan 31 2026

(Verse 1)

The truth is a weight that we carry alone,

A hunger for justice that’s carved in the bone.

While others are seeking a path on one side,

We face down the rising and thundering tide.

It’s not easy to run when the mountain is steep,

And bury the promises people should keep.

But you plant your heels in the sliding red clay,

And look at the terror and bid it to stay.

(Chorus)

For the brave are the ones with the grit in their teeth,

With the fire above and the bedrock beneath.

When the world is a canyon of cold, biting air,

They build us a ladder from nothing but prayer.

(Verse 2)

The ink on the page has been washed by the rain,

Leaving us nothing but logic and pain.

Yet look at the hands that are steady and scarred,

Pushing the weight when the moving is hard.

It isn’t a flash or a light in the dark,

It’s the slow, steady burn of a singular mark.

It’s the person who stands where the bridge used to be,

And offers their hand out to you and to me.

(Bridge)

The salt in the wound is a sign of the fight,

A sting that reminds us we’re doing what’s right.

Let the gears grind down, let the iron turn black,

We’ve traveled too far to be turning it back.

(Chorus)

For the brave are the ones with the grit in their teeth,

With the fire above and the bedrock beneath.

When the world is a canyon of cold, biting air,

They build us a ladder from nothing but prayer.

(Outro)

No silver, no gold,

Just the will to take hold.

The current is strong,

But the stubborn belong.

Stand.

Hold.

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