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Tonight I bow my head to cry,

With every urge in my soul to die,

If I could hear your voice one time,

Then I might find some hope tonight,

Everything here has lost its grace,

And there's nothing left for me to place,

Inside the grave that bears my face,

For there's no love left here to trace,

The tears fall down like burning rain,

All of you call me insane,

Though not one of you could truly say,

You've ever come close to such a pain,

And now I die in this silent room,

This military issued tomb,

Bad decisions, hate and doom,

In this silence.. I face the truth