The Guardian

They stand across the barbed wire
Guns in hand but strength in arms
Ready to plunge into a sea of blood
Fighting for the honor of their land

Awake at night guarding the control lines
To let us sleep in peace, sure of the safety
Unaware of what goes inside their own house
But in control of who enters the holy fencing

They are born for the country, they die for the country
A short life in between, with every breath dedicated to the country!