This is for all my brothers who will know and understand
what this means...
Oh how we dread the dark of night
When that wide door to the past is open
Once again we return to that endless fight
Only to awake in the morning light so lonesome
So much of our lives have been stolen
Leaving us tired in pain so forlorn
Cold shaking from being locked in this dungeon
Striking deep to the soul like a sharp thorn
Manhood robbed from us in our prime
Sickness not foreseen from the past
Taken by disease from the far away wartime
Now plague us one and all till the last
As we slowly wither and fade away
Soon to be lost from all thought
Let us take the time to pray
Hoping all we lost was not for naught