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Looking glass
Go against the grain.
No matter how bad push the pain.
Seeing things virge of insane.
Hiding in plain sight heat scorched rain.
Push all to its limits how we train.
Erase your thoughts control your brain.
Continously an eye to the sky.
Knowing any minute your turn to die.
No one knows your fear so no one cries.
Adapts overcome improvise.
Three words in life you cant compromise
Sun beating down on every inch of me
Sweating so hard cant see
No situation in which I had to flee
Defend my country was my Cree
What was i defending is now my plea
Hat off brush the sweat from my face
Removing cothes as fast I've lost grace
I stand before you in this place
Nothing to hide whats your case
Lost alot of friends memories wont erase
You see my face my arms my chest
You see me completely undressed
Cant see this beating below my breast
How my mind is in unrest.
Unable to be blessed
Yet i wont stop here
I won't wallow in pity and fear
In my time I'll shed tears
To the soldiers whom know cheers
Hands arent clean or conscious clear
Can you see me know what you think
To the brothers and sisters gone I drink
No matter how bad push the pain.
Seeing things virge of insane.
Hiding in plain sight heat scorched rain.
Push all to its limits how we train.
Erase your thoughts control your brain.
Continously an eye to the sky.
Knowing any minute your turn to die.
No one knows your fear so no one cries.
Adapts overcome improvise.
Three words in life you cant compromise
Sun beating down on every inch of me
Sweating so hard cant see
No situation in which I had to flee
Defend my country was my Cree
What was i defending is now my plea
Hat off brush the sweat from my face
Removing cothes as fast I've lost grace
I stand before you in this place
Nothing to hide whats your case
Lost alot of friends memories wont erase
You see my face my arms my chest
You see me completely undressed
Cant see this beating below my breast
How my mind is in unrest.
Unable to be blessed
Yet i wont stop here
I won't wallow in pity and fear
In my time I'll shed tears
To the soldiers whom know cheers
Hands arent clean or conscious clear
Can you see me know what you think
To the brothers and sisters gone I drink
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