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The starting

Once again 

life took turn

we ended 

where we started 

 

the battle was lost

the soldier still alive

tattered and tired

covered with wounds 

 

nobody cares 

if you survive 

the underscore remains 

you lost

 

mustering the courage 

hard and difficult 

but you practised not to be torn

you wash your wounds

leave them untended

to remind the harshness

 

you must survive 

survive the storms

to live gracefully 

one fine day 

when sun shall shine overhead

wearing the crown of sola overhead….