Reflection On a Red Bull Can

Left Bull        Right Bull

I bow my head,
               I bow my head,
And stand my ground,
               And charge your ground,
As you claim your right
               As you surrender your right
To your hurt pride.
               For crossing the line.

I hope, my friend,
               I hope my friends
To still be true
               Will see you for truly you.
To the end.
               And in the end
Here's to stronger friends.
               I'll be stronger with the win.
The only thing to stop me
               The only way to stop me
Is you trampling me
               From me trampling you
To grains of arena sand
               Is if you bow your head
And leaving my crushed spirirt
               In apologetic regret.
Behind in the dust.
               Until then, I leave my mound
So I bow my head.
               And charge your ground.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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