How can a battle be won, a victory done In a fight that has no reason, When the fighting’s done and each courageous son Lies dead in every season? We ask God why did they have to die? I prayed that the Father Would take this bitter cup from me, But he answered, “ I love you so That whatever is meant to be will be.” So we salute with love and tears and joy Each fighting soldier, girl and boy. May peace come again to a warring land And the sounds of war be silent again And may our democrati ...
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