The Fight

by joetwo

I find that I must force my way,

From the falling to the night,

To resurrect the dying day,

It’s clear I have to fight.

The look of suns glowing ember,

Removes from my soul,

The will to take part as a member,

In the fight to fill the hole.

But I know the time will come,

In future long ahead,

That more will brave the setting sun,

If we give up for dead.

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