Standing on the edge of the cliff,
The wind ruffling his hair...
He waits for the moment as if
It will come borne with the air.
The moment of glory,
The moment of pain,
Will it be sung as a story?
Or will it all go in vain????
Well none of it matters now,
He checks if his gear is in place...
Calming the storm raging in him somehow,
His enemies he stands to face.
He thinks of the people in their homes,
Sleeping unawares...
The burden of their fate,
On his strong shoulders he bears.
Flanked on both his sides,
By his fellow brothers in arms,
The sluggish time he patiently bides...
The sweat cold against his palms,
Suddenly a bullet whizzes by...
A cry rings in the air,
The enveloping silence was a mere lie.
His enemies he won't spare,
The madness engulfs him,
Everything is but a blur...
Neither pain nor bullets will slow him,
Till his enemies bite the dirt...
And so he keeps fighting on,
That his country may live in peace...
He's there to save it from the enemies outside,
But who'll save it from the enemies within????
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