Clouds of thunder, smoke all around
Too many soldiers,
Lay dead on the ground
War of peace, so they say
Too many people they don't agree
For human rights, thats why we fight
Men and women will have equal rights
Iraqis, Americans, Aussies and brits
Uniforms worn with great pride
Fathers, brothers, uncles and sons
Do they wish they never come
buddies and mates with pain on there face
Black skies turn to blue
There's peace through the land
Soldiers return to there home land
Let us never forget, soldiers that lay Rest
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