Forcing a pen into the hand of your inner author
Draft a new chapter
In this book called life, you'll have no choice
You are taking the tour
Of what you're trained for
Draft a new chapter
In this book called life, you'll have no choice
You are taking the tour
Of what you're trained for
Feeling lost
Change of face
Conceal the
Bitter taste
The dust, the death, the dread, the doubt, disease, despair
With wide open arms welcome it all
For the good of a country to date that has lacked all order
We can open doors
To a future deemed bleak we're unmasking a potential to soar
Make good of this war
Embrace the horror
One fifty-two reporting for duty sir
Light at the
Tunnel's end
One year of
Enduring
The dust, the death, the dread, the doubt, disease, despair
With wide open arms welcome it all
For the good of a country to date that has lacked all order
We can open doors
To a future deemed bleak we're unmasking a potential to soar
Make good of this war
One fifty-two reporting for duty sir
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