What is life but a puff of smoke
Elusive and untouchable
Our sole desire is life
Since our birth life is what we desire
But is life everything?
Can we not rise above
Our own lives for others?
We can I tell you
We can
Those who have died
For everything we hold dear
They gave everything
All that remains of these people
Is names carved in stone
Or mass unknown graves
On the hillside
Those are the people
Who have risen above life
Now, they live on
Forgotten and lost to history
We must not let that continue
We must honor and remember
These people in our own time
For they still exist among us
Serving in far off countries
For ideals that made us free
To help free others from oppression
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