The Hidden War

Last night as I lay asleep, somewhere between this world and the next.
I had a dream of days long passed, and battles long since fought.
I dreamt that I was once young and reckless, wild and carefree.
I dreamt that I stood once more upon the bloodied fields of battle,
The crowds chanting my name.

I dreamt that the spirit of war was with me once more,
And I was a man above men.
With flesh and steel, I carved my name.
A truly great warrior for all times.

And so I roused from restless sleep, haunted by my dream.
For deep within the soul of me, I know the warrior sleeps.
For though I've long put down the tainted implements of war,
A battle still rages within me,
It is the hidden war.

I fight the demons of my past, the spirit of failure and despair.
I fight like there is no tomorrow, I fight like a man possessed.
For though I know that I cannot win and death is my only fate.
I will not let myself silently fade away.
For I am a warrior, born and bred, and I will fight to the very end.