With the sun at it’s peak
The feel of the blood and sweat
Trickling down your vibrating arms
Ragged breaths and aching muscle
Vision narrow from your helmet
Feeling the sweet crimson nectar
Drip into every crevice of skin folds
Wrinkled from age
As you tighten your grip
For the overwhelming onslaught
That life may be
Clad in gold
Fighting for life with reckless love
For we may not be able to earn it
And we surely may not deserve it
Yet, we shall undoubtedly give ourselves
Away