Enlisted
The weak began to fall when the brave stand tall
Walking the bullet ridden path
That so few outlast
Your mind my tremble
But you never crumble
Hiding all the fear you have inside
You stand with honor and pride
In a country who will never remember your name
But you didn't do this for the fame
The only champion here if theft
As war doesn't determine whose right
Only whose left
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