"WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES, ANOTHER OPENS, BUT WE OFTEN LOOK SO LONG AND SO REGRETFULLY UPON THE CLOSED DOOR THAT WE DO NOT SEE THE ONE THAT HAS OPENED FOR US."

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Friday, November 11, 2011

We Were Soldiers

There is no one will save you
There is no one will give you their hands
The colors doesn't change
And the sky will stand stayed

In the night you're dreaming
Lying down in your death bed
And you screaming in your dream
And so you go to war

For the passion, for the glory
For the memories, for the money
You're a soldier, I'm a soldier
We are the soldiers of war

We fly a flag in the battlefield
We scream, shouting and applause
From cold bloody war
Fight for our land

The troopers with their guns
Standing tall with the pride
Getting ready to blow us wide
At the gate's of hell!

The water is red
With the blood of the dead
And we're still alive
But they returned to their grave

For the passion, for the glory
For the memories, for the money
We're a soldier, for our country
We are the soldiers of bloody war.

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