I visited a group of revolutionaries
in Valley Forge at going back in time
a teacher me and them guerrillas
of those that knew so well to fight.
I saw them when they came to the fort
after the battle,
with injuries and suffering exhaustion
and I sat beside them to tell them
how their blood has built this great
nation.
I wiped their blood in my red clean clothes
and their sweat with my white scarf
and I sat beside them to tell them
how their blood built this great land.
Their blood never left a stain on my clothes
and their sweat on my white scarf,
for our love was the same
It was the same of our country all.
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