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Watching the fields as he sped past the cities of wars that have crippled and severed past friends.
A tree that has seen all the bloodshed of nations but stands just as strong as the wars honored men.

And in his left hand was a love written letter; his right hand gripped tightly the steel of a gun.
Off in the distance, he heard fire and explosion, but inside his head just the voice of his son.

And he's gone, out in the gunspray. Will our eyes ever see him again?
The blood of a warrior, the heart of a mourner. Oh an angel heaven must send.