She is a fighter
she is my inspiration,
The battlefield she fights in
is like no other.
Where sorrow and pain wait,
like pitfalls and mines
Just waiting to be triggered,
She sprints through this Hell
and becomes my savior,
She is my Jon of Arc in this war
always able to dropp me
and yet still she holds on,
and we never look back
at this bloody carnage,
So we don't see are loved ones
trying to reach us from over there,
she keeps on going on matter what
and if she falls then we're both damned,
She is a fighter
in this war we all fall in.
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