To overcome was to overpower,
To finish first was to be ahead,
To set an example was to lead,
To use effort was to bleed red,
And as the blood stained shirt shown through,
Dripping downwards onto the floor,
I held onto the faint sparrow,
The one that held what was in store,
The day was shinning brightly,
Many of a crowd came to,
Yet your voice rang loudest,
But I still couldn't hear you,
The bombs exploding in the air,
The ground shaking the armored tanks,
I held near to see your stride,
And finally offer my loving thanks.
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