I tread on land not mine

My lungs fill with air paid for by death of hero’s

My eyes see what is left to me by those who have lost their

Visions, free

My ears hear the faint calls, of soldier’s painful deathly-fall



All I see

All I hear

All my feet touch

Is land covered by those who all

Think of self

And not of why

They can do the absurd

Because of those who have died for them to be free

Heaven hold the soldier who fought so bold

And give them life

In a new world earned

With no more strife

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