The stand was taken
Blue skies, shaken
Cavity, a sweet field
Human bullet, bravery shield
Once a spark, miles away
Now a prayer for which we pray
Forty roses, not one single grave
Thousands dead, calamity forgave
No guns to make fire
As one we rose higher
Forty heroes, this nation
One plane never hit destination
Blue skies, shaken
Cavity, a sweet field
Human bullet, bravery shield
Once a spark, miles away
Now a prayer for which we pray
Forty roses, not one single grave
Thousands dead, calamity forgave
No guns to make fire
As one we rose higher
Forty heroes, this nation
One plane never hit destination

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