How brave men march,
One click and turn,
And each ones brings them closer.
This caustic spark,
O’ light in dark,
Your warmth is generations.
Each born man burns,
From end to end,
By day a little dimmer.
How brave men live,
And free from fate,
To sculpt their incarnations.
Old tepid soul,
In sheet cloth bare,
You fight still lonely creature.
What blind eyes see,
When silent sleep,
Reveals the stars and ages.
How brave, how brave,
Your branches spread,
In this you’re ever after.
Fight still firm,
Relentless man,
Your life adorns new pages.
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