It didn't end with luck but
With blood and brain,
They only saw the smile, but not the pain,

I itch the memories of love and war,
A little by the cottage, tighter to the core,

They never did ask of how I survived,
Just silence— with no idea of how I thrived

It's didn't even end soon, with perfection and ease
But in a painful coat, of stained cease

And though memories linger, and love fades,
Yet it echoes in pain, in darkest shade,

It didn't end with cheer and in victory,
It all end in hope and misery,

It all end in hardship and in pain,
It ends in blood and brain.