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"Tears of a Story Untold"
In trenches we lay, upon Battlefields we cry, so we may see our flag fly.
Risen from the ashes of comrade charred faces, on guard we take our places...covering all our bases.
Marching on through the smoke upon which we choke...
Emotionless,
Without a thread to evoke...our steps we try to cloak.
The playing of a Trumpet sound sends another
Broken Hero
Homeward bound.
As bullets in bodies’ pound, the damage could never be rewound.
Shaken in the silence of the
Calm,
Staring at the dirt blackening our palm, we recite a psalm...
Before the eruption of a nearby bomb, interrupts the writing of a letter to a mom.
Through blood and tears we wade, to watch another
Brother
To rest be laid... his memory shall never
Fade.
This once beautiful land we roam, more familiar now then
Home....
Captured only in photo and poem.
At the end of the night, we will unite....
But a
War
We still have to fight.
In trenches we lay, in Battlefields we cry...
And out the back of our eye we see our
Flag fly.
Risen from the ashes of
Fallen comrade
Charred faces on guard we hath taken our places...
And covered all our bases.
Marching on through the smoke upon which we choke...
Emotionless still,
Without a thread to evoke...
Our steps we failed to cloak.
Marching on through the smoke upon which we choke
...
Our steps we failed to cloak
Our steps we failed to cloak!
Risen from the ashes of comrade charred faces, on guard we take our places...covering all our bases.
Marching on through the smoke upon which we choke...
Emotionless,
Without a thread to evoke...our steps we try to cloak.
The playing of a Trumpet sound sends another
Broken Hero
Homeward bound.
As bullets in bodies’ pound, the damage could never be rewound.
Shaken in the silence of the
Calm,
Staring at the dirt blackening our palm, we recite a psalm...
Before the eruption of a nearby bomb, interrupts the writing of a letter to a mom.
Through blood and tears we wade, to watch another
Brother
To rest be laid... his memory shall never
Fade.
This once beautiful land we roam, more familiar now then
Home....
Captured only in photo and poem.
At the end of the night, we will unite....
But a
War
We still have to fight.
In trenches we lay, in Battlefields we cry...
And out the back of our eye we see our
Flag fly.
Risen from the ashes of
Fallen comrade
Charred faces on guard we hath taken our places...
And covered all our bases.
Marching on through the smoke upon which we choke...
Emotionless still,
Without a thread to evoke...
Our steps we failed to cloak.
Marching on through the smoke upon which we choke
...
Our steps we failed to cloak
Our steps we failed to cloak!
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