But maybe life is a war,
And we must fight for more —
To live forever and always,
To live in every place.
In battle fists are bare,
Beaten to the bone, they bear
The weight of all our enemies,
Of every vile degree.
I’ll live forevermore,
I’ll live on every shore,
With scars from wounds so deep
On heart and soul I keep.
If life indeed is war,
Then those who fall before
Will find their heavenly rest,
An angel’s honoured guest.
So losing might be best
In this eternal test,
Than living with despair
Everywhere, everywhere.
But maybe life is a war
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