a battlefield needs a strong soldier
but a soldier may feel tired
hurt by the pain.... weak by some loads
sometimes.... a strong soldier wants to throw away her mask..
lying her head in a strong shoulder and then cry on
take outside what she feel inside
throw away what can't be thrown in the battle
but when she needs.... the shoulder is never there
and the soldier just bend on her knees...
make a wish for the goodness...
hope for a little light in the darkness of her fight
and she whispers...
may God accept all my efforts as a religion service
and washed away my sins at the end of my day
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