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A tribute to a fallen friend |
Who will carry us home from the place we fought and fell Of our passion, loyalty and honor, who will tell Who will from our skin, wipe away the blood of war, battlefield soil, and sweat How will they know of our heart, our courage, when death we finally met Whose eyes will be the last we’ll see, friend or foe If we are left there to lie beside the enemy, how will our loved ones ever know Who will give to our sons the sword we last held in hand Who will teach them the way to grow into a man After the silence again falls and the scent of death clears When the memories of where warriors fought fades through the years Who will keep us alive with tales of great battles from the past Who will carry us home as the next generation forgets generations passed |