I think I've already lost.
I just have yet to hear the word "defeat."
I did try. I gave it my all.
To the best of my ability I fought.
Now I'll leave in shame of my defeat.
For what I lack to make right.
Walking off this field, among the dead.
They look at me.
I dare not look back.
Let me fade.
God, I'll lose faith in you.
And in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem