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Warrior poets
There is an army on earth
They have been touched by heaven
When there is wrong, they fight
And when there is destruction, they build
They walk among us
When there is chaos, they are firm
When there is peace, they die
and when the West wind hits their face
Their spirits roar into the night
And their enemies are afraid
Their blood spills like ours
But it boils in their veins, and courses around spines of fire
They push when we slow
And carry when we stop
And they have never doubted our resolve
Their lives are short, but bright
And lonely
They give up so much for us
And we cannot see them
Their souls are made of mountain fog and sea spray
They are our light in the dark
And they will never leave us
When time has led us astray
Off of every path we should have taken
They will be all around us
Roaring and laughing
Ready for the last fight
