Remember
how many times we fight you
as many times as you like too
rise, take it like a man under the face of fire
gunshots i like to run to - troops I love to run through
crazy as they come son
i love the adrenaline rush when i brush with death
I'd love just to touch her
Every since I seen her face its been downhill
struggles never sound good
But there's some things in this life we must fight for
friends frozen in time only remembered amongst the dying
Remember what they died for
remember, remember, why they died
remember, remember, why they died
freedom isn't that what we fought for
it's delightful, insightful, may i remind you
In my hand is a sword
How many Soldiers can we count for
As many as you can count son
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2015
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