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There is darkness in his soul,
Every day is a battle,
A battle within his mind,
To remember he is good,
To remember he can be happy.
But there is also light, there is happiness,
An echo of a man he used to be,
Before the war, before the fall,
When he used to go dancing,
Used to go drinking.
There is darkness in his soul, yes,
There is also light,
The man he used to be is gone,
But maybe not lost.
He hopes, given time,
The two may merge,
Who he was, who he is,
Into something new,
Into someone worthy.
So he battles, every day, he battles.