the fight

there are nights of sorrow
and then those of joy
I see your face
all a decoy

worry far beyond this
or not at all
pray for strength
truth and gall

I remember the days
of the coldest winter
when my veins were frozen
and I, sinter

the spring brought forth
loose ends and might
I left them loose
and gave up my fight

fools will be foolish, and we will be free

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