Teardrops on my sword, a reminder of the past
Of battles fought, and battles lost, that forever will last.
Each droplet, a memory of a life taken with my blade
A weight upon my soul, that forever will not fade.
The steel that once gleamed, now tarnished by the salty rain.
A reflection of the sorrow, and the endless, endless pain.
For every drop that falls, a story, a tale to be told
Of valor and sacrifice, and the price of victory bold.
But still I hold my sword, for it is my duty to defend
To protect the innocent, and to bring an end to bitter ends.
So let the teardrops fall, as I march into the fray
For I am a warrior, and this is my chosen way.
Teardrops on my sword
© Copyright: Андрей Боровков, 2023
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