The Brave
Fear molts like snake skin
From the couragous and the brave
While the timid refuse
to cut loose the bonds
For change they are afraid
The cowards sew their fates
Like leaves turn in the fall
And down they'll go
With the wind
No fight in them at all
Save glory for those who fight
Not against his fellow man
But against the tyrants
Who will their hands
And the cowards who's backs they stand
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