The song of war,
The song of plight,
The song that sings of
freedom’s fight.
They fight for justice,
For rights and liberty,
To the death they’ll fight
To the death; to be free.
The bugles trill,
A combative tune,
To tell to all,
What will come all too soon.
The war goes on,
Four years, at least,
Although, for some,
It must never have ceased.
Then finally,
The battle won,
With pride flung wide,
Home they come.
They’re received,
With welcome shouts,
Glory is theirs,
No one’s in doubt,
That victory,
Despite tragedy,
Is a thing to cherish,
For eternity.
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