We were bound by ties stronger than our blood.
The common battle that made our bones steel.
The hot air in our lungs which had no peace,
Lifted us onto even ground and stance.
Champions should shine with uncommon light,
And we in common garb outshone the sun.
Who could break our phalanx strong arm in arm,
We grew and made tempered swords of ourselves.
And now we are grown to the lands of peace.
The past wars retired for new challenges.
For our country and future we marched on,
Our fingers are too far apart to touch.
The steel in our bones are lonely totems.
We champions are on different shores.
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