I heard this poem earlier today and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Imagine the conviction it must take for a good man to go to war.
Demons run when a good man goes to war.
Night will fall and drown the sun, When a good man goes to war.
Friendship dies and true love lies,
Night will fall and the dark will rise, When a good man goes to war.
Demons run but count the cost.
The battle’s won, but the child is lost.