Our Private War
As I hold my fellow comrade in my arms
He grasp my hand, and I tell him to be strong.
A good soldier, he managed to smile and nod
While his tears fell in the bloody thirsty sod.
Together we've gone through torture, pain and hell.
Now, our private war as death lingers and swells.
This battlefield we will not go safely through.
"Oh God, we both depend totally on You!"
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