There was once a story
About a poet before our time
He spoke of shells coming
And five nines dropping behind
If we could place us in his story
As young men in a desperate time
Some of us would run with glory
Some of us with pride
Some would love the story
But many of us would die
If I could take this poet
And place his face online
Would the information
Leave a thought corrupted mind?
And what would his father say
Knowing nothing of the times?
He see's his young boy hanging
And stares at his withering eyes
We are all one story
Poets of our time
Come let's speak our worries
Before we say goodbye
Come let's speak our worries
Before we say goodbye
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