A Fellow Soldier's Sacrafice
With me I have flowers
I hope everything will go okay
Tears stream down my cheeks
For he that passed away
I sit there at the cemetery
And slowly begin to pray
I'm only alive because of he
Who threw his body in my way
Shielding me with such honor
I shall always remember that day.
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