Float the Balloons In the Winds of Flying Illusions

We are soldiers joined in battle. Fighting a war, fighting a war. We belong to one healing centre. Fighting dying, fighting dying. Tubes and needles are our weapons. Pills our defence against the enemy. The light shines in my eyes. The bed I am on is comfort. In my thought processes are the many situations I've collected in this life. It's not been too bad, this past I review. There have been some disappointments. Not uncommon nor unexpected. But the happiness outweighs the tears. The melodies pleasant to the ears. I suppose I am ready to be with my comrades in the Armageddon of this unholy war. We are champions of pain. Joining forces, joining forces. We march in determination. In our hearts, in our hearts. Some of us shall fall in this ongoing struggle. We shall mourn their deaths and celebrate their courage. Carry on beating the drums of resistance. Carry on hoping for victories to be. And if I join the defeated, if I die before my time; remember that I tried to float the balloons in the winds of flying illusions. Look for me in the air.