It’s another day, where I wake up with a smile, no sign of tears
Or the sadness that is the mother of my laughter.
It’s another battle, fought and won
What’s to happen to the war, I am clueless.
I shed my callous skin, I change my shoes
Anew and afresh, the wounds deep inside are too.
I fight no one in particular, for everyone is on their own
I create my own demons, and drink wine with them, and my angels.
I walk. I look back. I smile. I keep walking.