THE BATTLE IS ON

Do not drag me through the mud with you.

No matter what you say,

the fight will be down and dirty.

I know.

I have had to fight this way.

I will be beside you to comfort you.

I will not get in your way.

I am yours and you are mine.

Our fights are all our own.

We cannot our hands entwine

or the battle will be blown.

I will walk across the muddy field

and stay ready to lift you up.

But only you can wield the sword

so you may soon lift victory’s cup.

I will wash the mud from your face.

I will hose you down when needs must.

I shall trod the muddy field apace.

I will not make a fuss.

I have every faith you will succeed.

For, I believe in us.