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- Why Do Good Guys Have to Die
- While wells of oil burn in flame
- The distant glow just isn’t the same
- It once was fun to stare afar
- And wish upon our favorite star
- But now that star could be an eye
- A friend, a man, a special guy
- We knew this man from moments past
- But then we thought the times would last
- We came so far on dreams alone
- And prayed our prayers of going home
- We fought each mile gaining ground
- And never once backing down
- Through wind, rain, and enemy fire
- The coalition refused to tire
- We gave up sleep and meals too
- For most of us we made it through
- We learned that war is not a game
- And never seems to fight the same
- We also learned you hunker down
- And when it’s over watch your ground
- We thought it was safe to wander stray
- But now our friend has passed away
- Why do good guys have to die?
- I have no answer, just goodbye!
