Too many years of caring

Too many nights of stress

Too many days of selflessness

Too many tears, too many tears

Life has been slipping away

Through cracks in my soul

Life has been slipping away

While I've been growing old

All my youth has danced into emptiness

All my smiles have met loneliness

All my hopes grown weary

And still I am here, I am here

Calls in the distance

Trumpets are declaring war

I respond in anger, I respond ...

I will live, I will love and march on

~Helena Fernz~