Glorified
Glorified
Brother, can you tell me why
Our sacrifice is glorified?
They tell stories of our pride,
Yet never of ours souls that died.
Brother, how do they dare to sing
About the hell we’ve been fighting in?
And how our deeds have saved our home,
Whilst our children were all alone.
If in the end we won the fight,
Still no one will ever be alright.
Every man who witnessed that land,
Will be left broken after war’s end.
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