A battle rife with turns and twists
The soldier's shout is but a sigh
Petrified yet throwing fists
Silence, the dark passenger and I

Misery, His faithful ally
Mercy, a stranger to His hold
But lion fears not the foe's eye
For I am severed if I fold

And though the war is here to stay
I am to turn it in my favor
Sink my teeth into the sorry prey
Permanent victory's sweet flavor

So when the mighty streamline has stopped flowing
When all my trouble is far gone
I will smile, just to myself, knowing
I lived. I fought. I won.