The names are like Willie, Peter -
burning into my being. Friends,
comrades, other men, Warriors all.
I am taken back before the loss,
when we were all happy, had trust and all,
and all.
The pain is great, to my knees I go,
my woman holds me as a child.
I talked to her, I remember, of people
Persons - Places -- Things.
The tears flow, for a moment I see them
The ones I've come to grieve.
Warriors all.
I turn and leave shaken to my core -
voices say return at nite,
return at nite, return at nite.
Return -- return.
This I do.
The Wall is there, the Warriors, too.
They walked the path, as Warriors do.
The voices return, -- carry on, carry on -
You have Baffles on ahead,
these you must win.
The Battles of Happiness -- Trust -
These causes you must win, must win.
Dream, Dream... Dream on Warrior.
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