The battle lines drawn will never be clear;
the enemy afar will ever be near.
To win will be loss, to lose will be more;
there is no surrender in life’s final war.
Can we stand fast when our hearts do weep;
toes to the line that we always must keep?
When all that we love does crumble and fall
how can we go on; how can we stand tall?
The battle lines drawn will drift in the sand
and many will fall from our little band.
Some days we will falter, some days we will die,
some says we will laugh, some days we will cry.
But whatever happens, win, lose or draw
the freedom of Gaia is what we fight for.
So to stay to the path must be the goal
if we are to walk out still feeling whole.