A Hero of My Own
Bang
goes the cannon
now my love lies cold and dead
his foe has been defeated
a new land free to clam
as the soldiers march their way back home
and wives reclaim their prize
the one without sit out
broken hearted full of dread
they all said that love was light
they said that love was pure
they said that love would never end
that it would be for good
return to kids
return to life
return to what is known
but never forget
my fallen love
a hero to call my own
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