To serve
To fight
To progress in freedom’s flight
We show the enemy we are not afraid
We fight for the progress we made
We fight
We bleed
Some die
To give one’s life
So another may live
This is the truest gift to give
To fight
To die
To let freedom rise
Upon the oppression
That exists everyday
To tear down it’s forces
To blow it away
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