Till the Last Man

Don't know how this war started,
Or why,
But I fight for my buddies...
For them I'll die...
Last man on the hill,
No one left to care...
But me...
My dead buddies no longer see...
But I'll fight to my last bullet...
To avenge their loss...
Doesn't matter,
What the cost...

I'm already dead
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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