How many wrongs to make one right
How many times I try putting up a fight
Who knows of what happen in the late nights
When I need the light but it was out of sight
Things seem fine but not quite
Things aint that bad alright
I just need a guide
It’s all for the sake of my pride
Cry as I might
But that is to put things right
Fight for my fellow soldiers who have died
Till the tide subsides
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