You tell me to have courage,
To be unafraid of the ravage,
To steel my nerves against,
The irrational angst.
Yet my heart turns pallid,
When I look at the battlefield,
You will me to fight?
But I cry, for I am no knight.
Today I will not ride into the golden sunset,
With my head high and triumphant,
I cannot raise my arms in victory,
Symbolic of my dauntless intrepidity.
A battle won, a battle lost?
What fate, I cannot forecast,
I can only walk with humility,
To face reality with uncertainity,
I swallow my fear to walk with poise,
But if I return not, promise me with grace,
With subtle reverence you will have,
A wreath of honor, for my grave.