O' Holy Country

The marching of many, our soldiers.
We salute you.
Gunfire is heard, hero's are formed.
We applaud you.
O' Holy country.

The battle not considered a war,
they fight with pride.
We admire you.
An uncertain battle field where
noone knows their fate.
We pray for you.
O' Holy country.

The flag has been raised,
a silence is heard.
We miss you.
Our loved ones, your journey
from home is long.
We wait for you.
O' Holy country.

Missing your loved ones,
the loss of your friends.
We cry for you.
The return of few, that
started with many.
We celebrate you.
O' Holy country.

by Gero Lorna

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