Spilt Wine

At an age that one should feel immortal, with so much more to give and
experience, he is backed in a corner with fear piercing his heart.

We stand with this brave one. We want to carry his fear, pain, and anxiety.
We long to speak encouraging words, but what can be said?

The brave one needs to know he does not stand-alone.
This is his fight, but he has us in his corner.

Round one has started and the beast has landed several hard blows.
We cry out with our heart, Stay Strong! Be courageous! Fight back!
I think the brave one can hear us.

And the tides are about to turn.
And victory will be his.
And we shall celebrate with him.