His Ways

Silent night, never died
the graves blossomed with flowers white
cause when he was born, everyone died.

the fight for survival was never his writing
yet he fought, yet he struggled and….
never went into hiding
he cared for those who valued him most
and also those who wanted to make him a toast.

He knew where he was going
what his life will be and what…
the final stage of his soul would be.
Still he changed it,
Still he got new wings for them,
who never knew that he will
….come back, for them
….and give them once again,
a chance for an equal fight,
which only the last alive would win.

I do not know the winner’s game,
as the fight is still to occur
or maybe it is still going on
so lets wait and see,
and pray that we shouldn’t be
among the ones who tasted dirt
before they tasted heat.