Sunlight's Soldier

Misery, it weeps

because I will not yield

but rise time and again,

still bearing sunlight’s shield.

Still armed with sunlight’s lance

and armoured in bright joy;

unceasing, I advance;

uncowed and undestroyed.

And till misery sleeps

and it can wake no more,

I’ll rise time and again,

still waving sunlight’s sword.