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A tribute to the young men and their horses of the Queen's Guard in London who show honor and respect toward veterans, handicapped, young children and the elderly and show calm acceptance with the ignorance of some and firmness with the disrespect of a few Less orchestral pop, ballad Lyrics: Boots in the gravel Leather reins in his hand He’s barely past twenty But he carries the old command Sun on the metal Breath from a waiting mare He stands where stories gather In the cold parade-ground air [Chorus] Steel and gentle hands Young hearts holding ancient stands Nodding to the wheelchairs rolling by Dipping to the small hands waving high Calm when the careless laugh Firm when a line is crossed at last They don’t shout They don’t demand Just honor In steel and gentle hands He catches the eye Of a man with a silver cane Rows of ribbons on a jacket Every color has a name He gives a quiet greeting Horse lowers down her head Two soldiers from different seasons Share the words that go unsaid Steel and gentle hands Young hearts holding ancient stands Nodding to the wheelchairs rolling by Dipping to the small hands waving high Calm when the careless laugh Firm when a line is crossed at last They don’t shout They don’t demand Just honor In steel and gentle hands A child asks “Are you tired?” He smiles “I’m proud to stay” An elder trembles near the barrier He makes a path Clears the way Someone jeers at the colors He feels the anger rise Stays rooted Straight-backed Steady Drawing borders with his eyes (hey) Steel and gentle hands Young hearts holding ancient stands Nodding to the wheelchairs rolling by Dipping to the small hands waving high Calm when the careless laugh Firm when a line is crossed at last They don’t shout They don’t demand Just honor In steel and gentle hands Day ends in whispers Horses led home slow But the quiet grace they carried Stays in every heart that knows Steel and gentle hands Still guarding where the flags fly For the wounded For the weary For the young who pass them by.