>Over the top, over we go.
>Rifle in hand, gaze cast to the sky.
>Will we return? Who will know?
>Struggling over the wire, we try and try and try...
>She smiles when you clean her, carry her in your hand.
>Your rifle by your side, cared for. Loved for.
>She is your friend, your lover. The key part of your band.
>You trust her with your life, as do your comrades by the score.

>The slow march towards death, met with grim determination.
>Your friends fall around you, their rifles cry out.
>The great chatter of guns, screaming their vindication.
>The noise of hell, fills a man with doubt.

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>Walking across the fields,
>Marching down the streets.
>Heads held high,
>Banners held higher.

>The streets are choked with rubble,
>The fields are burning.
>Banners blow tattered in the wind,
>There are no marches anymore.

>This means little anymore,
>Too much lies at stake.
>Yet the banner still flies high,
>Up against that deep blue sky.

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>As we dance this serenade,
>As we step on our friends grave,
>The world will begin to fade.
>But it's okay.
>After all,
>we are all dead and unafraid.

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>Just like that day.
>The clouds are clear as I sit there.
>I can remember her smile, the tinkle of the sugar cube.
>She loved that place.
>I loved her.
>Time seemed to slow when I was with her.
>All the people and their chatter, it flowed around us like water to a rock.
>It felt like forever, those moments.
>Just like that day.
>The clouds are clear as I sit here.
>Rounds kick up dirt around my foxhole.
>Their crack, a distant shells boom.
>I hate this place.
>Why am I here?
>Time seems to slow as I look above the lip.
>All the guns are screaming, bullets flying all around me.
>I feel like I'll be stuck here forever.
>Just like that day.
>Maybe I'll be with her.