On a battlefield of broken dreams
From far away the muffled screams
The ghosts of those who came before
To walk this world for nevermore
The echoes of a haunted past
Were not the first, won’t be the last
The cycle it will never cease
Without the war there is no peace
A cycle of a warped design
Destroying bodies, crushing minds
As you walk upon this hallowed ground
Upon your ears the faintest sound
After all the muffled cries
You’ll hear the sound of long goodbyes
The Beginning At Last 
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