I commit myself to excellence,
the man with endless flaws.
My mistakes are fought with discipline-
my back's one millionth straw.
It is a trap you can't escape,
you thought it would treat you well.
You sign your soul to their name,
and they send you straight to hell.
A soldier's dream is to escape from here,
from this recurring dream.
My inner war, my true nightmare,
is the only thing that I've seen.
I see the day, the teasing light,
shine brightly into my eyes.
I march away, I march to fight,
my dreams will go to the sky.
A soldier lost, a soldier gone,
is numbered, yet never named.
The sacrifice, he has done,
is lost in his death's shame.
A war is about the ones we lost,
not counting a bullet's score.
Remember the ones that fight at all costs,
and the country that we have died for.















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That Is All.
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Misty cloaks of rain, hiding my tears of pain.
My sadness seems to not drain, I walk alone again.
I feel so dark, so unclean, I feel the oncoming shame.
So this is what they mean, to truly walk in the rain.
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Hard to breath,
feels like Iīm going to throw up every time
but itīs even harder to stop..
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I feel so dark, so unclean,
I feel the oncoming shame.
So finally, this is what they mean,
to truly walk in the rain.
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