D L Oxford© Onward unknown soldier Whose boots are clad with mud Your clothes are torn and covered With someone elses blood Was it from an enemy Or did you hold a friend to your heart Who died in a simple skirmish In a war he didn't start Onward unknown soldier March through this land of strife Be it political or for "freedom" YOU still must fight for life You didn't ask for this You've thought as you laid in your rack Now you say if your luckier than most You'll just walk into hell and back Onward unknown soldier Don't worry about the tears For the men that walk behind you Know those deep and piercing fears Fear that mounts with every step A feeling you've learned to well Then an ambush rips your flesh apart And you've lost that trip to hell Onward unknown soldier Through your futile death Heaven's gate still wait For you were instructed to fight the men of the world Instead of killing the HATE |
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