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 struggle 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!!