Carry proud my banner
In every game you play
And know that a cure
Is never far away
The undesired ending
To such a noble fight
It seems a fleeting battle
To be lost to the night
My life has served a purpose
Through short it might have been
The answers that are needed
Are not ifs but rather whens
So celebrate your victories
And worry not what’s lost
There’s never any progress
Without the pain of cost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem