Lost Patriot
we named her America
after we fought for the one
we love so dear
now we weep when
the beating of her heart
no longer sounds so clear
we find fault layed on others
whos judgement is clouded
we don't blame ourselves
we don't even think about it
we make music and cry small tears
to celebrate a life once lived
in the complete happiness of being young
we ponder over how one so strong
could have faltered on a road so long
a freedom fighter that set no foot wrong
is taken from the road she once walked on
in her last moments of life
she tried to hold on
she did her best
she died of a broken heart
nothing more
and nothing less
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