There I go again.
Fighting for the family
and fighting for the friends.
Well, now I’m off to war.
Fighting for the women,
fighting for the children,
and fighting for the people that no longer care.
I’ll gain my battle scars even if I die trying.
I’m off to fight for you.
Representing my country;
striving to make peace in hell.
When the fire strikes me and pierces
through my body like a bullet,
remember that I fought for you
in a battle where you could never pay me back.
When I’m buried 6 feet underground, believe that I
reached the water.
That I’m no longer here,
and that I won’t come back to haunt you.
I’ve found my safe haven.
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