Soldiers marching one by one,Into battle they must go,Armed with rifles and pistols,They march into battle.They serve not a country,But their hearts,For love, is the greatest cause of all.Some will lose, and some will live,But what they don't know,Is that love will always prevail. The enemy which they fight,Is an evil spirit, that lives in us all,Doubts, and fears, that we so longed to hide.The fear of loving, and not Being loved back,Is the greatest one of all. He stands a mist the crowd,And gives orders to his soldiers,To engulf you in self pity, and doubt.But one must fight,Not for what is right,But what thy heart believes.Never giving up is the key,As long as you fight till the end,You shall prevail. 

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