Dark clouds remain
Born of sorrow and loss, of rage and of pain.
I feel somber, alone. The dark clouds remain.
They clear for a season, then return in some time.
I chase them away, with laughter and wine.
With whom do I share, these things in my mind?
In my heart, in my soul. These things that I find.
Only he who was with us, when we fought, and we bled.
Can understand, these tears that I shed.
“It’s over keep moving” some people say.
But where were they, on that bloody day?
You don’t know my language; I say with a sneer.
So, I’m left alone, with my thoughts and my beer.
Those days were the finest, and yes, the worst too.
But now that they’re gone, what’s a warrior to do?
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