There's a little fight left--
I can see it in your eyes.
And they're not proven futile,
All your courageous tries.
No retreat has ever won;
No coward given praise.
So don't give up the battle:
Just keep that banner raised.
This war is not your own,
And you know that, but you fight
As though you're all that's left.
Keep the truth in sight.
You're not alone. This battle
Is spirit now, not strength.
And you'll fight and you'll be carried
To any striving length.
Hold on to all your weapons,
Keep the fire when it's rough.
The fighting spirit's burning now--
You still have just enough.
postscript
Enough to finish the semester, enough to face the summer, enough to finish NaPo. Almost there.