The warrior fights his own battle
A battle that is arduously constant
Some fights are not always noble
And oftentimes never distant
A war is going on within him self
There is a fight he faces everyday
Even with fear he wrestles defeat
To surrender it could mean death
He fights his daily war to his own glory
The heroic warrior with a single army
An enemy within himself never rests
Tomorrow another day a new conquest
I don’t know where he gets his strengths
Living in pain and alone in a sin-sick world
He continues to aim and move forward
Unarmed he manages to make a difference
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I would like to translate this poem