Magic Box (September 3,1992)
Over and Out
Will the stars of night be seen,
From where I stand and fight?
Would the moon pass my code,
Along with its tender light?
When the war-cry be heard,
Over wind blown down the hill,
When foes come upfront,
Can you stand trusting my will?
When I see men like us,
Fighting from end of otherside,
Will you pray for both our lives,
And to forget the whole divide?
When all my weapons misfire,
And detest to take their life,
Can you weigh my mind of guilt,
Take back my military knife?
When I'm hit with multiple rounds,
As I may fall defending our land,
Will you close my lifeless eyes,
And take gun away from my hand?
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