Under the Faded Trees

Under the shade of mighty trees,

My feet, they tread on long dead leaves.

With this serenity, my soul is pleased,

If up to me, I would not leave.

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But for us all, this life's unkind,

Beyond the Wall, safety can't find.

Such is the plight of humankind,

Only strife and endless grind.

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Experience, I've long since gained,

From this war, not stood by, refrained.

But what more can I see to gain?

Through mere survival, worth ascertained?

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Soon time must come to take to sky,

Through air to soar by jump-jets fly.

To find my foes, to fight and die,

Under cloud, no place is sanctified.

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But for a moment, I know sense of peace,

From tranquillity, don't seek release.

But time is short, as is my lease,

Must fight for living, not yet decreased.

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So take to flight and leave the ground,

The branches shake in storm of sound.

I lose the pleasure briefly found,

I fight the urge to turn around.

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As a Freelancer, this is my life,

One of war and one of strife.

With sword and rocket, gun and knife,

For humanity, I pay the price.

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Silence returns to forest floor,

This realm safe from touch of war.

Like my people, those who I fight for,

When I return to conflict's fore.