There were tears in her eyes,
Standing at a distance she could not help...
Bloodied by the fight, wounded all over,
Yet he stood strong, he had a reason to.
There was an idea, a vision,
It was the wish of a dying man.
A man who had lived fighting a war,
Hoping for peace and harmony to prevail.
This idea was his dream,
It's realization his purpose...
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