He serves through his martyrdom He serves through his martyrdom
Why is the world so insensitive towards the woes of a soldier? Why is the world so insensitive towards the woes of a soldier?
The poem describes the mystical mystery of joy. The poem describes the mystical mystery of joy.
Love is a myriad of big, catastrophic, explosive things, in ways more than one. Love is a myriad of big, catastrophic, explosive things, in ways more than one.
Soldiers keep us safe from wicked others; They are our greatest securities. Soldiers keep us safe from wicked others; They are our greatest securities.
I wasn't born when we got freedom So I couldn't understand sacrifice and martyrdom I wasn't born when we got freedom So I couldn't understand sacrifice and mart...