In the Fight
In the Fight... there is no music,
No colors to dress the flag,
No mighty songs of praise,
Only the pain if you're alive,
And the darkness if you're dead...
In the Fight... there is no time,
No place to pause,
No taste to that sweet sweat,
Only the understanding that dying is knowing,
For that next moment might be you last
And you don't want to be something that is past
Copyright © Gabe Shelly | Year Posted 2013
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