The 4th of April
It’s been 5 years to the day,
But when I wake I still see your face.
They say you died a hero,
I just wish you were here with me,
All those times I needed a brother
To help me be who I should.
Those men, they stole your honor,
Left you out there to die.
They thought they were proving their power,
All they did was steal your life.
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