I’m fighting battles on a thousand fronts

Embellisihing them in a thousand fonts

Draw the dagger, lift my arm and stride

Forwards, going for the kill, nowhere to hide

 

I’m in the trenches, my new trench coat wet

Trying to save the life of a colleague I just met

Nothing to eat, nothing to heat in this muddy pit

Nothing to fight against this other than my wit

 

I’m fighting for my life, I am fighting for victory

I am armed with nothing but a stick of hickory

And a brain conquered, yet not waving a white flag

It’s depression my friend from which I’ve come under attack

 

 

 

 

 

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