My eyes with the tears of sorrow
For my brethren which fought with me have fallen
As though the very winds have changed it all
Now is my time for tears
Such a pain that wells up in me
Why must we cry for those lost
It is to remember what they have done
You and I live for a great sacrifice of peace
The blood stains the ground of them long past
For we are the story tellers of the brethren
So shall it be with our words and tears shall we say
This worrior who past was my freind
Honor him remember him for the gift he gave
You may honor him with a smile
As I remember him with my tears
Say it now with a great cry of victory
He is not gone for he is remembered everytime I cry
My tears shall be the memory I keep
As I see the smiles of the future they saved
In the year of anno domini |
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