Endure

Somewhere there's a fighter in the ring
With only a single swing to bring
He has not but the callous in his palms
And cowardice instilled by those he has wronged

He remains, preparing for the roar
Of those lions who smell blood on the floor
Underscored but never torn
By the promise of tomorrow, rest assured, to endure

When everybody else is thinking
They can't take it anymore, endure
When victory is Gallipoli
Any battle decides the war, endure

Somewhere there's a bishop in the blind
With a faith fighting to stay alive
He tries to appease illusions of the dark
Forgetting that the friction can lead to a spark

Of the light, when nothing's seen or secure
When it seems that all hatred is adorned
Misunderstood but never obscured
By the promise of tomorrow, rest assure, to endure

When everybody else is thinking they can't take it anymore
Endure
When barbarians are at the gate and the devil's at the door
Endure