So many have died,
Without a sound we have suffered,
Without a sound cried.
They came, they killed,
They came, they got killed.
What did they gain from this venture,
No one knows, no one will.
Like brave soldiers we have fought,
Like brave soldiers we have died.
And those who had the rest of their lives ahead,
Have gone ahead and been sacrificed.
To these martyrs we salute,
Tears, Pain, nothing is enough to pay our tribute.
We owe our lives to them,
But they are dead while we live.
Why is it only when such things happen,
We learn to ask the questions?
It's time for answers though,
Before we suffer anymore.
So next time when terror strikes,
We will be ready to fight back with all our MIGHT.
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