My Sacrificing Will
For years I have wondered what it would be like
To battle in a war of fright.
Would it be scary?
Would it be night, when I stand up to fight my big fright,
a war of tragedy at night?
This is my big question,
would I die or life?
I only have one chance;
my single life to give
for all the people I love
to life like they always did.
My heart tells me this is right,
my brain thinks the same.
I may be making my will so strong and dear,
but this is what I want it is very clear.
Life is what matters,
and inside is what counts,
not the clothes you wear
or what you do with your hair,
When you die for someone else's life.
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