This heart of mine, dwindles and dulls
Scrambling so feverish for a gracious lull
Peace, shies from my clueless strive
Answering only to those who may survive

Iron-clad leagues, tread on with vigor
Snarling at death whilst squeezing their triggers
Worn by peril they march in a cursed daze
No longer rattled by death’s boundless haze

And so I must scuttle this fear
Gradually, through every passing year
Treading alongside, the many lives I hold dear

Peril can no longer be endured alone
With strength in company, coursing through my bones
Panic will dissolve, falling further into the unknown