A Defeat
My eyes downcast with shame,Nobody to love, no one to blame.
I stand with solitude in this night,
No moon, no stars, darkness at its height.
Bleeding, tortured by this defeat;
With some miracle I want to meet.
Silenced; I want to say no more,
Exhausted I am in this lost war.
But wrong, i never was 'n I won't be,
Right I am and light i foresee.
'Cause in the end wrong can't afford defeat,
For it is only the right whom it meets.
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