Prince of war and king of battle,
Long has he sat in saddle,
Campaign and scrape,
Scrap and fight,
Still he makes it through the night
Warrior and ranger,
Fighting near and afar,
Many cuts and bruises,
Many many scars,
A war that's unseen,
A battle unknown,
The man goes to war with himself,
All alone
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