Tears fall as people die,
putting an end to their life-long ride.
As they plummet to their deaths
hearts fall deep in others' chests.
Whether deployed to Afghanistan
or just being who I am,
that day will come when we will die,
like that sunset in the sky.
But as we die we realize
that this life was a real lie-
and what waits us after this
is an eternity of full bliss.
So like that sunset in the sky,
we shall awake and we shall rise.
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