Man-At-Arms
Everyday I rise for a fresh, new battle
Who knows if I will be back home alive
How wild is the jungle that I have to cross
How skilled the sniper aiming at my heart
How big is the fight inside me
How far I can swim in a rough sea
What kind of fighter they wanted me to be
My ancestors never really told me
Every day, each fight is a daring adventure
Full of tactics, retreats, a sense of wonder
How little I know about the art of war
How blessed I have been to live so far
I make mistakes, I continue to learn
Who knows when the sun will set on me
I dream of far away, unconquerable land
A powerful, dreaded, fabled enemy
I dream of a fierce fight, with all I have got
A fight that will become a folklore, a story
Everyday the new me tries to fight
The strongest enemy that I can find
Sometimes he hides deep inside me
My deepest scars and wounds tell me
It is the fight that makes you a hero
Not horrific defeat, not glorious victory
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