I Am Cien....
Every one wants to know what is wrong with me.
I tell them nothing Im Cien.
Like I just woke up from an endless dream,
and at that moment I can see everything,
What kind a joy will come,
What kind a hate will come,
How will I keep my feelings numb?
All these years and barely having a crumb,
but to a man with nothing esle in his life
What a perfect battle for him to fight.
My only fear is to fail you, and
those who know not what we do,
and so as the battelfied approaches
and i get a final word from the coaches,
I say to you put me in the game
I am ready and I now know my name....
Copyright © Scott Duncan | Year Posted 2009
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