Could be someone you know
Maybe someone no one knows
Battered we fight on
against a sea of blows
Fierce winds, spiteful
pinch your nose
Your childhood fears to haunt you
Vague, foggy memories that taunt you
from your slumber
Yet still they will not daunt you
From a purpose, if one can find
that bane of humankind
Conscience
In urban tunnels now we burrow
escaped the green and rolling furrow
to this poor redoubt
This grand cathedral of sorrow
We seek the warmth
of fiery courage that glowed
in our heroes
Keep these in distilled spirits
to share when winter gives her lash
In our holes
We pretend that we are warm