Is that gash in your leg. Really why you have stopped?. â€˜Cause Iâ€™ve noticed all the others. Though theyâ€™re gashed theyâ€™re still going. â€˜Cause I feel like the real reason. That youâ€™re quitting that youâ€™re admitting. That youâ€™ve lost all the will to battle on. Will the fight for our sanity. Be the fight of our lives?. Now that weâ€™ve lost all the reasons. That we thought that we had. Still the battle that weâ€™re in. Rages on till the end. With explosions wounds are open. Sights and smells eyes and noses. But the thought that went unspoken. Was understanding that youâ€™re broken. Still the last volunteer battles on. Battles on.