Strike the flag, bring it down
Bury it with the sad unknown I
was running back when I heard him call, and as I
turned I saw him fall
His body froze in disbelief and fell to earth
like a fallen leaf
I laid a hand upon his brow, it felt cold and I
wondered how
He stared at me through faded eyes - so this is
how a young man dies
There's no glory when it comes to this
- no friend's farewell, no final kiss
The taste is bitter, fouls the mouth and never
fades for fallen youth
One man dies and dies of iron, it leaves me
empty, just a lie
Another number is all it means to those who watch
behind the scenes
Who lies forgotten, far away, who
really died on that cold day
Was it someone you thought you knew, was it me or
was it you
Was it me or was it you
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