In my unborn days,
The countries would fight for peace,
Families were broken hearted,
The world was far from neat.

The amount of things that damaged this earth,
Shows the power that it has,
After all these years of mistreating,
The beauty is better than we've ever had.

I didn't exist when the world was suffering,
When people were loseing happiness and hope.

Now my role is to be grateful,
And think about who died,
Protecting our country,
Sacrificing their life's.

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