Steadfast Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I pant, alas, whilst I just do my job,
And dare not think it seems 'ny strange at all:
As everyone at times doth weary grow,
And all the reasons blur, or fade away,
And all tomorrows feel like yesterday;
The deepest light appears to darker glow:
And while the darkness keeps to ever fall,
I, harking back, recall both big and small:
Then try, in black, escape the lowest low,
And haply seek to steer myself astray:
To be a hero yet another day;
In losing track the truth, at last, doth show:
Why I've, for long—all strong—been standing tall:
For heroes fight although with woe they throb!