Do you ever think about how many warriors you encounter every day?
Ones you could be walking passed strolling down the sidewalk
Are you ever curious of the battles in someone else’s head?
Ones they may be fighting as they sit next to you, quietly
Has it crossed your mind that another could be dueling with their own demons on the inside?
Brawling it out with them, the demons attacking them relentlessly
Ever wonder what it may be like in someone else’s shoes, or rather their armor?
Fighting the horrible, the wicked and the unknown
My battles, they tire me, they weaken my body and hurt my spirit
It leaves me curious if others tire, if others are weakened, if their souls ache like mine does
I can not be alone in this, I can not be the only one fighting
Surely someone has to hurt like I do, be fighting like I am
So I go
I must, I must push and push
Keep and go, going till my last breath, I must
I must win. I have to win
Because maybe, just maybe if I win
Maybe I become,
Become the warrior. Win the battle. Slay the demons
Then I will no longer wonder such thoughts
Maybe then, I will be able to wonder other things
Good, beautiful things
So this battle I fight, this battle you fight
We must win it.
We will win it.