If he had not come back for us
And dragged the hole in my body
Down the steep hill covering my body
With his under the storms of bullets
Though I begged him to leave me
Already half out of my body
Which was screaming over there
Because our fathers sent us here
To die for their beliefs
Before we could figure out our own
But even that’s not true
The truth is some survived
And became fathers themselves
Still sending off their kids
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