Ours is not to question why Ours is but to do and die If I fall and do not rise Leave me there, say goodbye If you pray with hopes forlorn Then pray you'll live to see the morn
As I lay beneath the night I struggle with all my might To live to see another day Or at least the sun's first ray's It does not matter if we win We all fall in the end
As my spirit slowly falls I can hear that fateful call As my eyes mist up in a haze I can feel Death's icy gaze As I die my last thoughts Are not of pain nor of loss
But that I fight no more this world And I leave life without remorse 'twas not mine to question why Just my place to do and die And I wonder what will happen most It does not matter, I'm but a ghost.
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