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 © Shannon Taft | Year Posted 2015
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