We went back to a familiar place
Where the memory occurred
And put our feet in the same spaces
They stood all those years before
We’ve grown tired since that day
With the burdens that we brought
And darker lines upon our faces
Trace the battles that we’ve fought
Look at how far we’ve come
And how far we’ve yet to go
Visions of what we’ve done
They pass with a fading glow
There’s a fire burning in our eyes
We had lost it for a time
When the war had seemed so hopeless
Broken men we stood side by side
There are few survivors now
We can’t count we the ones we lost
But we will never feel so empty
Memories keep us hanging on
We have all been stung by the men of war
There is no known cure
The prognosis begs for terminal
But we won’t rest or seek withdrawal
Oh, it begs for terminal
But we won’t rest or seek withdrawal

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