Daylight bleeds into night,
the sound of guns firing in battle
men falling, fireflies dancing above their heads
Ghostly glow for the dead, now fear is alive
The class ring on blackened burned out hands
shines the way, starlight bouncing on gold
They no longer want, they hear no chatter
No sweet smells of honey where they lie
There is a special room put aside
Where their names chime through eternity…
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