Even with, the turning tide We laughed, we cried, we tried, and tried Yet it does not matter, some of us died Together we trained Together we fought In the end we are brothers, no matter what race Even when death stared us in the face When we lost one, another came But yet our family was never the same We would rather their shoes remain unfilled Than to gain another who replaced those killed The war is over, but our bonds remain Our brothers deaths were not in vain We are family And we are brothers
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Fri, May 24th, 2013
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