Fallen Comrades
We gather in remembrance of they who died
Passing on those views, internal struggles
Cut down by the seas of bullets, wave by wave
Ebb and flow like the sands of time
Unrelenting, the deafening roar of guns and clocks
Ticking away all their lives, ending with a grand finale
They want to come home… but not like this, heavy losses incurred
One day everyone will go home and be laid to rest
Or lay forever on the scarred pitch of hates
Staring at the unreachable skies… forgotten they remain
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