survivors for a while
we kid ourselves
easier to pretend
a life will never end
I was a survivor
I answered to the call
I fought the dragons
stared down the devil
the armor is tarnished
the arms are weak
the final demon waits
I will not fight today
I put my sword away
I turn to face the truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem