Bullets fly all around
Bodies begin to hit the ground
No chance for good-bye
No time to sit and cry
Sallow the pity and despair
As your heart begins to tear
For a place to call home
To not be solemnly alone
Miss the love ones far away
Dreaming of them everyday
Their the hope in your eye
The strength to go by and by
All that's left in this place
A friend's love is grace
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