Patrons of the Anthem

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What the fuck do I know?

I’m only a kid who tries to believe

That I can cry and grieve if they die.

I see these – men – women – not kids

Who meet an end to what it is

And fall. Alone. Forgotten.

I think who the fuck am I

To cry at their life.

To think I know them

To think that I care.

What makes them real?

Who am I to think I can feel

All that they may fight and win

Or fight and lose.

Nobody – but tears fall all the same.