I've had just enough time... to shed a tear for the fighter
Taken from St. John Fort in Malacca on a rainy day
When I was young I was
taught
“When
the going gets tough, the tough gets going”
That is
how I lived my Life
Which
saw me through many fights
These
scars bear witness to the fact
It is
not courage I lack
For I
believe - “The tough gets up from the dust”
Now the dust
has cleared
And
clearly I see the battle field
The
broken spear, the fallen shield
Comrades
that shared a drink and laugh
Now
laying face down in the dust
My weary hand can't hold up the sword
Without a
sound to the ground it drops
It takes an effort not to sink to my knees
There is
no more fight left in me
I slowly
turn and walk away
My Life
will change from this day
It
doesn’t matter what others say
How I
ran away from the fray
Even a
hero must call it a day…
