They Strived
Some things were left a mystery,
Wounds were placed in hearts,
As they waved to the departs,
From 13 colonies to 50 states,
They strived not knowing their fates,
Families and friends waited in toil,
As blood and tears fertilized the soil,
Oceans to oceans were traveled,
Hundreds of battles were unraveled,
But bravely they fought,
And victory was eventually sought.
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