A warriors heart:
This poem I'd inspired by the broken, lost and weary people who make all of us in this world survive. The veterans, the poor people who work the plants for little reward, and all those who struggle but keep fighting. Keep on fighting with a warriors heart eventually may our world be well.
A hundred years I battle time,
A thousand scars mark every climb.
Ten thousand wounds, yet still I stand—
The ash, the flame, the trembling hand.
Was all I bled for born to dust?
The oaths, the bonds, the shattered trust?
The gods are silent, the world is still,
But even silence bends to will.
I’ve given all—my youth, my name,
My heart to honor, soul to flame.
Yet if this breath is all that’s mine,
Then let it burn the end of time.
Let fear be drowned beneath my cry,
Let stars bear witness as I die.
For though I fall, my spirit flies—
A soldier’s truth: the brave never dies.
So strike your drums and let them hear,
The dying song that knows no fear.
For in this heart, through blood and pain,
The warrior’s fire shall rise again.
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