Sit down for a moment for a warrior.
Look at the sky you dreamed of.
The loud banging has become a soul.
There was no time to stand by.
You are at war with a despicable world.
Stay upright despite the wind and rain.
You keep the drums in the game.
There is no dream without trial.
A sheet of hope has been handled.
A handful of enthusiasm you have gathered.
A prayer has been spread over you.
During the life of the body.
Your world may not be beautiful, but your battles are fragrant.