John Everett Millais, Pre-Raphaelites, (Verse 1) The air is thin

John Everett Millais, Pre-Raphaelites, (Verse 1)
The air is thin, the ground is cold, a battlefield's embrace
A bullet's sting, a searing pain, a tear across my face
I clutch my chest, a ragged breath, a cough that turns to blood
The world spins fast, a fading light, my vision turning mud

(Chorus)
Punctured lung, a broken song, a symphony of pain
Each breath a struggle, life a fight, I'm drowning in the rain
But I won't give in, I'll fight this fight, with every ounce of might
For freedom's call, I'll stand tall, and face the darkest night

(Verse 2)
My comrades near, their faces grim, their eyes with sorrow filled
They carry me, a wounded soul, their hearts with hope instilled
The medics work, their hands are swift, a silent, solemn prayer
For life to bloom, amidst the gloom, and take me from despair

(Chorus)
Punctured lung, a broken song, a symphony of pain
Each breath a struggle, life a fight, I'm drowning in the rain
But I won't give in, I'll fight this fight, with every ounce of might
For freedom's call, I'll stand tall, and face the darkest night

(Bridge)
The memories flash, of life before, the laughter and the sun
The love I left, the dreams I held, the battles yet to run
But now I lie, with fading strength, my body weak and frail
But in my heart, a burning fire, that will not ever fail

(Chorus)
Punctured lung, a broken song, a symphony of pain
Each breath a struggle, life a fight, I'm drowning in the rain
But I won't give in, I'll fight this fight, with every ounce of might
For freedom's call, I'll stand tall, and face the darkest night

(Outro)
The air grows thin, the light fades out, a final, quiet sigh
The soldier sleeps, his battle won, beneath the weeping sky
His spirit lives, in hearts of men, a legacy of grace
A punctured lung, a hero's song, forever in this place.

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John Everett Millais , Pre-Raphaelites , (Verse 1) The air is thin , the ground is cold , a battlefield's embrace A bullet's sting , a searing pain , a tear across my face I clutch my chest , a ragged breath , a cough that turns to blood The world spins fast , a fading light , my vision turning mud (Chorus) Punctured lung , a broken song , a symphony of pain Each breath a struggle , life a fight , I'm drowning in the rain But I won't give in , I'll fight this fight , with every ounce of might For freedom's call , I'll stand tall , and face the darkest night (Verse 2) My comrades near , their faces grim , their eyes with sorrow filled They carry me , a wounded soul , their hearts with hope instilled The medics work , their hands are swift , a silent , solemn prayer For life to bloom , amidst the gloom , and take me from despair (Chorus) Punctured lung , a broken song , a symphony of pain Each breath a struggle , life a fight , I'm drowning in the rain But I won't give in , I'll fight this fight , with every ounce of might For freedom's call , I'll stand tall , and face the darkest night (Bridge) The memories flash , of life before , the laughter and the sun The love I left , the dreams I held , the battles yet to run But now I lie , with fading strength , my body weak and frail But in my heart , a burning fire , that will not ever fail (Chorus) Punctured lung , a broken song , a symphony of pain Each breath a struggle , life a fight , I'm drowning in the rain But I won't give in , I'll fight this fight , with every ounce of might For freedom's call , I'll stand tall , and face the darkest night (Outro) The air grows thin , the light fades out , a final , quiet sigh The soldier sleeps , his battle won , beneath the weeping sky His spirit lives , in hearts of men , a legacy of grace A punctured lung , a hero's song , forever in this place . [model: toolbaz_v3]

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