We won the battle.

We fought the fight.

We rode in saddles

Til' the end of the night.

The blood was spilled.

Boys became men.

Innocent tears filled.

Their dads, they wouldn't see again.

It was the fight of our lives.

It was the end of childhood.

We now have something better than knives.

We have brotherhood.

Some will never see the light of day.

But that's just a price we have to pay.