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Hiccough
The soldier looked in a glass ball today
Saw a glimpse of his own aftermath
And he didn't like it
Defeatism?
On HIS face?
Impossible
But clear as day
Now those are some sad eyes
A crushing day on the field
But it was he, was it not?
Master of his own destiny
Knowing what he wanted
And trying his best to get it
Doing the unthinkable
To achieve
The unexpendable
Like a proper warrior
Failure means death
Now he's got a foot towards the grave
Look in his eyes
You can see it
Deadpan, almost empty
Almost
There's a glimmer
A strong glimmer
Like the brightest stars
They're far away
But you can't miss them shining
Expending all their might
Just to reach a little light
To your eyes
Make them glow a little more than they did before
No matter how far away you are
From THIS star
It will always glow
Bright and firm and confident
Just because
It knows
You can see it
Even so
Everyone has a dim day
But one dim day
In a sky full of shining
Is just a check
And not a norm
It makes you real
(Just like you
And I)
And so the soldier
Grins back at his dead face
With his real face
What can a mirror know?
The soldier's heart knows
What's worth it.
And will never be defeated
Untill that heart
Stops.
