No farewell

Oh, I look upon the blackening lands,
At my grudgy and grimy hands,
I have come this far,
Fought through so hard.
I will not stop,
I will not yield,
For the battle may be hot,
But I shall live to look upon this field.
I may have cuts,
I may be braken,
But yet my spirit is alive,
It cannot be shaken.
Though here at journey's end I lie,
Lie in shame,
For I am one useless warrior,
Upon the battle plain.
but the sun rises above all shadows,
I shall see the light again,
So I guess there will be no farewell,
Until I die or my win has began.

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