The 4th of April


It’s been 5 years to the day,

But when I wake I still see your face.

They say you died a hero,

I just wish you were here with me,

All those times I needed a brother

To help me be who I should.


Those men, they stole your honor,

Left you out there to die.

They thought they were proving their power,

All they did was steal your life.


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