Warriors and Worriers

Fatigued to bones

Desperation tie knots with hopes

Is this sickness of one's mind

Or does life bend a spine too much

Too much to straighten up again

Do hearts sink low

Or do their anchors give up

Did happiness forget to pay it's visit

Or did it corrode with grief and rust

Do we die every day

Or live in spite of dying

Warriors and worriers

We fight everyday

And we don't battle to lose.