Endure

Somewhere there's a fighter in the ring

With only a single swing to bring

He has not but the callous in his palms

And cowardice instilled by those he has wronged

He remains, preparing for the roar

Of those lions who smell blood on the floor

Underscored but never torn

By the promise of tomorrow, rest assured, to endure

When everybody else is thinking

They can't take it anymore, endure

When victory is Gallipoli

Any battle decides the war, endure

Somewhere there's a bishop in the blind

With a faith fighting to stay alive

He tries to appease illusions of the dark

Forgetting that the friction can lead to a spark

Of the light, when nothing's seen or secure

When it seems that all hatred is adorned

Misunderstood but never obscured

By the promise of tomorrow, rest assure, to endure

When everybody else is thinking they can't take it anymore

Endure

When barbarians are at the gate and the devil's at the door

Endure