We were 15 strong
Dirt on our faces
It couldnt be wrong
we all belong in these places
Bruises and blood
Laughing and cursing
with one solid kick, a flood
Enough practice, but no rehursing
Through the air
took it and ran
the pain was not a care
There was no plan
Intstinct and guts
Hit the ground hard
Brothers to pull me out of the ruts
Rolled to my feet
Ran to rejoin the blitz
as fast as i could the ground my feet did beat
into the fray and the fits
courage and fortitude
bleeding together
raw emotion and attitude
that is gonna need more then one stich
Break my brother free
onlt to fall face down on the pitch
Let him score, they never see
The sky spin, and the run in
But it dont matter any
cause we know without one, there is none
And in the words of shakspeare
"For he today that sheds his blood
with me shall be my brother"
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