The way is dark across the mountains,
And today was another deadly battle.
This life has been spared by doomed fountains,
The screeches are heard of innocent cattle.
The war is long and the path is dreary,
There is confusion and no guide.
The poison flows in my veins deeply,
The deadly voices call from every side.
A life must be saved and there is no easy route,
The stabs still reek of blood.
Stand up again soldier, and pull up thy boot,
See there, is that Hope's bud?
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