The daily battles that we fight
Are what our lives are, in the end
The horrors of the past we hide
The present dooms that might impend

And as the days and years go by
We list events out, name and date
And hear the dove of mourning cry
For all the lucklessness of fate

For death and grieving we endure
For violence that’s been done to us
We go on forward, always sure
That it will be so, ever thus

The daily battles that we fight
Take all our courage and require
That we do not desert by flight
And with our dying breath, reach higher