Hercules

What's left for the survivor?
A taunt, a riddle?
With not even Hope to
Hold on to
What's left for the survivor?


The survivor, the fighter
The warrior of the slow,
Agonizing hostilities that is life
What remains for the survivor?


A crutch, a handrail
The warrior within cries
With shame
Where is the ribbon
The Purple Heart


To which Cause do the survivors belong?


When the rain has washed
Away the disaster of hurricanes
Like the violent tears wash away my
Rage


The threat has gone
But decay remains
What's left for the survivor?
What's left for the survivor in Me?


When the sleeping buds
Awake to bloom
A life anew
The petals rise and fall
The leafs rain over early frost
Preparing for dormant, sleeping
Bliss


What's left for the survivor of the idyllic nightmare?


We've gone to war
Done the battles
Confronted the ghosts


What is the tribute worthy of the veterans of war?


The children celebrate our return
"But where," they ask,"did you go?"
With innocent eyes
For they do not celebrate victory,
Nor the return of life to barren land
But the return of substance
To the void they knew not existed


What's left for the survivors of the vacuum?


For we are survivors
Should the children ask us what
We fought
We reply
For what's left for the survivor
Of eternal winter, now champion
Of spring
The warrior who did battle with the eye of the storm
Only to find another


The storm goes on


We are the Herculean warriors
Getting there is easy
Coming back is Hell


So what's left for the survivor?
Oh, God,
What is left for Me?