Demons run when a good man goes to war Night will fall and drown in sun When a good man goes to war Friendship dies and true love lies Night will fall and the dark will rise When a good man goes to war The battle is won but the child is lost
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt
