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I wrote this for a friend.
He fights a fight for the last time today,
His war is over, but in a different way.
The flag is folded, crisp and clean,
It wasn't his time, he was only nineteen.
I tell him i'm sorry, I was not there,
He tells me to shove it, he does not care.
I stand above him, I stay there silent,
He lays below me, no longer violent.