What Drives Us

          Hope is what we fight with. When all else is lost. When we're at the point of no return.
 
         And the threshold has been crossed. Between running like lesser men.  Or staying too hold the line.
 
         The enemy will know us by the will within our eyes. By the blood upon our faces. They won't leave the killing fields alive.
 
         You'll need the blessings of your gods. Even though I'll fight without mine.  We'll meet in the middle.
 
         Whether we have those chills at our spines. One of us will live. Or we'll both have to die.

          When the smoke clears.  No matter what outcome resides. All that's left to mark our bodies.
 
         Will be our reasons why.