Milady, I would join the war for you
Barefooted may I be, will walk into the battlefield,
As I have a gun with one bullet,
A rusty sword and no helmet,

I will be preparing,
I am planning,
I was praying,

But, an unexpected knife
Pierced through my beating chest,
Killed me, right before I was to enter the war; with me not being able to use any of what I have