Fight On

Summer ends, fall begins, winter reigns.

Lady time knits a shawl for all men,

Spring is wasted trying to outrun the night

The natural reaction of man is not fight.

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More days pass and time speeds.

Bringing a whole race unto its knees.

Yet still we hopeless few crave more

Not yet will we give the final roar.

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That final escape of life from burnt lungs,

We hold on tight like a mother onto her son.

Never wanting another day for us to miss,

Never letting our days fall into abyss.

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The final fall the future of all

Yet hope we for prolonged dismissal.

Fight on, my friends, we foolish lot-

Not endings we fear: but lack of plot.

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