The autumn leaves fall,
The sky, a shade of grey.
The rains are coming,
But it'll all be okay.

You've survived storms.
You've survived worse.
You've stood on the battlefield,
And been the most fierce.

You've won every battle,
You've held your shield high.
Can't control how everyone feels,
But god knows that you still try.

The battlefield's welcoming you,
You can't give up this time.
Start the final countdown,
And see how things will be just fine.

It's not white lies this time,
It's an advice to follow.
Fake it till you make it.
Let go of all the needless sorrow.

Hold your head up high,
You are not some mad maniac.
They'll try to break your spirit,
But never ever take a step back.

Hold onto your shield,
Just like you've always done.
You might be losing control,
But this time, you won't run.

You might fall and stumble,
You might as well shed a tear.
Don't be scared, don't hesitate,
It's not a sign of fear.

The kurukshetra's designed for you,
You're fighting for your own dharma.
Not everything's in your control,
Leave out things for karma.

See how the battlefield welcomes you,
It believes in you for the last time.
Start the final countdown,
And see how things will be just fine.

~Aarya