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Young man I say

Why do you fight this war?

The young man began to pray

and knelt on the floor



He said "Wise man once said the dead...

will see the end of war".

And the questions races through my head

What am I fighting for?



There are so many troubles in my city

We have lost our way

For the deaths of many, a few will be free

and with this I pray



Dear Rebel, fight on, fight on

For your people, and your family

And when you are dead and gone

You know they are free



Libery and Justice have their bounties

and the stakes always run high

All that is left of their countries

Is blood stained grounds, and black skies



And he prayed...



Dear Rebel, fight on, fight on

For your people, and your family

And when you are dead and gone

You know they are free



Dear Rebel, fight on, fight on

For your people, and your family

And when you are dead and gone

You know they are free



You will know that they are free

Dear Rebel fight on...