Darling, it is okay to dangle with an irate but gloomy thought!
It is okay to lose the battles that we fought!
So, our shadows still stand unharnessed before sunset
And, in the night, they are invisible but still adept!
We can be a cocoon, a hive, a womb of denial
The soul knows it is tired, but not empty of wherewithal
Look at our hills of courage, not the waterfalls of pitfalls
The trees outside don’t tremble in the storm, but to destiny’s calls
Darling, the fortresses of values are still so strong in the heart
against which the drumbeat of defeat can’t tear us apart!
The only ones who are fallible are the ones who, the consequences, fear
We only need a little cottonwool to wipe out each tear
Darling, the bloodied battlefronts are not the dead ends of history!
Destiny has a vision; and there may come a day in posterity
strong as a battering ram; agile and conclusively amenable as dexterity
And justice in eternity is certainly not an enigmatic mystery!
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