To Live

A war considered lost
Even with battles won
The fall of strong warriors
The fall of weak warriors
A red field of deaths
Where each one left their marks
The persistence of time
Taken by the wind
Youth and strength
End at some point
The resistance of the strong
The giving up of luck
The wings that take you to the sky
Burn, leaving you adrift
With each conquest, two losses
With each loss, a memory
The fight to live
The resistance to dying
Is the merit in the destination?
Is the merit in the objective?
Is the merit the path?
Is the merit the journey?
The merit is in not fighting to win!
It is in dying for living!!