To this world I was welcomed by a cry but with joy
I cry when happy but laugh when sad
The closer I get to my goals, the further I get from the goal
Is this the happy or the sad cycle of life?
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Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.