Faces of War, Day 2
He tries to give a speech
That old man, our leader
Who is it, he is fooling?
This war was over
The minute it had started
Our fate has already been written
But could it be that
Tables can turn?
I must believe so
I began to realize
And somehow understand
I had started to show the other face
That shrinks and hides with terror
And allows your inner demons
To take complete control
Shame on me for letting
The devil take power
Over my weak soul
Freedom but comes
Twice in a lifetime
Victory and self realization
The chains of coward ness
Broke from around me
My dead brothers now come back to life
Could it be that
All the blood shed
Was not shed in vain
The morning comes
The blood boils
And light reflects from blades
We went out there
We erased our fear
And turned careless
It is not the weapons
But it is the men
Those with more valor will return
We marched and marched
To the great plain land
Today we fight!
Live or die
Whatever my fate
I lived amongst pride!
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