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I saw him standiní alone
Hair white, eyes sad, no-one else
He spoke, stood tall, looked around
Walked away, this one proud and tall
The medals alone there on his breast
No-one else to see the respect
As he stood tall amongst the names
Forgotten, booze not hiding the pain
The sounds, the roar, the blood and more
Where does it go when they come home
The feather, the hate, the disgust
No friend, no family, no legs
Where did they go the ones before
The love and child with the guns and bombs
They thought they were good and would win
But caused the drop of the sun with war
There is no-one left now there or here
Who gives a damn or even cares
No tears, no shame, no cause, no pain
We donít know him or his mate

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