Poetry of a Lifetime

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Through the tears of the past.
We will come together as one.
Even though we must face
many dangers on our road.

When the sun has come up again.
We shall not go down into the night.
We shall not die without a fight.
For we are forever glorious.

The rain has come
and washed the foe
off of our lands.
For we are victorious.

But in every story there must be loss
and yes some may die in the battlefield.
But they will be held in honour in the hearts
of those who remember them.