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Toward the front
At dawn
You lay down on the dew
A raging morning wind
Wear you out
Wounded on a strange road
Be unware of
Where the paths leads
Be unware of
How long is the road
But he is from home
Sometimes smooth and flat
Sometimes the danger takes a circuitous route
But there is always a voice from home
All the way may fall
You are still moving forward
