Walk across
From the forest to the black war shade
Fire starters
Mothers and daughters
The death
The men died like toy martyrs
Last week I had a dream
We were floating
Holding a seam
Our blood sweat and tears glue this falg
We united and built this nation
Our forefathers reincarnation
When we fall
We Fall down to our knees
We hold our hands like hope is in our palms
Doomed like baby martyrs
When I walked into heaven
I found out we all fall again
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