Thu, 05/15/2014 - 00:53 -- klurrr

Breaking down the sullen streets

the things at night that no one sees

the bravely fought, the coward won

the poor old man who gave his son

this nation's heart, its duty calls

the bleeding softly refuses love.

What happened to this son of mine

who was so close, only to die

his badge of honor

worn only once

down in that casket,

the battle's done.

Bruising wounds make no mistakes

take down brother, then go away

flee, oh sinner, although we are

at least we don't carry the scars.

Remember the brave

remember the weak

remember those who have no right to speak

remember the hearts, all broken and mourned

for today is the day

that our nation's reborn. 


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