Battlefield

I fight an uneven battle
I know that I will never
Win

Life is short
Soon it will be gone
Leaving the wind
Behind me on my
Battlefields

Summer surprised us
Left us all dusty and
thirsty for more
Victories
But now the snow
falls and hands are
getting cold and weak

Still I will run thins
Autumn of my days
In hope for surrender
But who will it be?

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