In the battlefield of wounds and fire,
a warrior walks through pain and desire.
Every inch bleeding, every breath torn,
yet he moves forward through the storm.
The ground may shake beneath his feet,
defeat may whisper, cold and deep.
Still he does not turn away,
still he chooses another day.
He knows the darkness he must face,
knows fear is waiting in every place.
Yet courage is not the absence of scars —
it is walking wounded beneath broken stars.
The sword grows heavy within his hand,
hope fades slowly across the land.
But something stronger burns inside —
a silent flame he cannot hide.
Not every warrior fights to win;
some fight so they do not surrender within.
And that is the power no storm can bury:
the heart and soul of a wounded warrior.
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