The bravest heroes in the world, are those who fight alone;
Heroically, they win or lose, nor let their names be known;
They crave not the wreath of laurel, nor give thought to fame,
Though they fight a losing battle, they are heroes just the same;
Their hearts may break with sorrow, and their eyes be dim with tears,
They weep alone in silence, so that no one overhears;
The only help they ever call, is from their God above,—
Their battles are within their hearts, between despair and love;
Sometimes they win, sometimes they lose, the World may never know,
For should they win, you'd never hear a bugler's trumpet blow;
And if they lose, they only smile in listless sort of way,
And never tell the "World" about their silent bitter fray.