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The ashen ruins that lay a waste,
I turn away, in my haste.
The stars cast a pleasant glow,
in the midst, I see a true hero.
In the dusty air,
which stings my eyes,
I lay down my gun and begin to cry.
My heart is searching,
longing for your touch.
But, I'm trapped in this world of hate.
All around me, I hear the noise,
the battle rages on.
I have no choice,
I stand up tall and carry on;
ever a soldier, ever strong.