And the path is dark,
Your securities aren't where you thought there were
Thoughts start to crawl in,
The horizon seems so narrow,
The air is getting colder
And there's no help to be seen.
But my song for today
Is for the one who wants to make that last fight,
For the one who doesn't know to give up.
He gets up picking his heavy shield,
Ignoring the many wounds.
He rose to fight.
The last but most pure fight.
He fought like a dancer,
Slaying many doubts he saw on his quest.
The quest of reason.
The war to find himself.
For the one who lost everything,
He thinks he lost the good to get the best.
He's been fighting alone through ages,
To find answers to un asked questions.
He had to be sure what he was asking for.
Fly over the rainbow,
Wave from the horizon,
On a tryst with destiny.
The last fight goes on.
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