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For the heart that is wounded, yet unaware of the fight

For the warrior spirit that brings the dawn to the night,

In absence of wings we stumble along

and sing sometimes loudly, our own spirit song

Clashing like thunder and hurting like rain

weilding the lightning as our ball and chain

which tethers our spirit to the earthly scourge,

while we go unconscious to what it is for,

With steadfast pace we move up the hill,

to battle onward for health or for ill

Our message to be heard, our name to be known

and yet in the end, we lie under stone.

All that we know will soon pass away, the gallant and cowardly,

the prince and the maid

And what really comes of the battle of right

If no one is left when the dark turns to light.

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For the heart that is wounded, yet unaware of the fight

For the warrior spirit that brings the dawn to the night,

In absence of wings we stumble along

and sing sometimes loudly, our own spirit song

Clashing like thunder and hurting like rain

weilding the lightning as our ball and chain

which tethers our spirit to the earthly scourge,

while we go unconscious to what it is for,

With steadfast pace we move up the hill,

to battle onward for health or for ill

Our message to be heard, our name to be known

and yet in the end, we lie under stone.

All that we know will soon pass away, the gallant and cowardly,

the prince and the maid

And what really comes of the battle of right

If no one is left when the dark turns to light.

Lovely poem and so true! Thank you!

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