Stabbed

He walked up to me one day and said
"Tell me, oh please tell me
What do you do? O, what do you do when you are stabbed in the back?
Many laurels did I win
And there was no man that walked
With grit enough to dare in all I did
But I know, I know they will
A day when they can put a knife in my back"

I smiled and looked at him
Baffled, he said
"Is that it? Is that what I do?"

"Nay", I cried
"Don't die. Ask them to try the heart next time"

Troy and I

I did not win
But I did fight
And a good fight it was
I lost, and I died
And it was a good death
There is no glory in death
Glory there was in the fight
Cause this war was for no war
And I fought for peace
And I died fighting
That was glory
That was my war
And in my death I lived forever
And in my defeat was my victory
There was'nt a better warrior
And the warrior was me
And in that I live
I will live forever