When things look grim
And it seems your on the point of no win
Do not review what could have been
Look around upon the ground
To get the tools you'll need
When sword is raised, and spear is thrown
Do not shrink down away
Look up and block
Then evade and lock
The attackers sword with your curved blade
When darkness comes
And light seems none
Remember your still there
Do what you can
And and find a way
To bring back the light of day
If though thy try
Thy vills get fried
Then do not be afraid
Much hope remains
Though darkness may seemingly reign
Upon the light of day
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