The final soldier,
The victory blow,
The air growing colder,
The star alone in the sky to glow,
It’s a long fight to the end,
It’s a big step to make,
It’s a battle to live and see your friends,
It’s promise many despair to break.
When you are outnumbered it is a loss,
When you have little to offer it is a shame,
When you embrace the time of death as your boss,
When everyone – living and dead – forget your pain.
Held up a shield for the final soldier,
Blocking the victory blow,
The air stopped getting colder,
Plenty of stars in the sky to glow.
The fight is coming to an end,
It was a large step to make,
You won the battle to see your future generations and your friends,
It is not a full promise, but an insight to take.
When you have your own strength, it is not a loss,
When you have a small gift, there is no shame,
When you accept that your journey is your boss,
When everyone – living and dead – accept and ease your pain.