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the brave

Blood of the brave More you grow, the more you seem to stay the same See the time mows you and your aims feel the same. Folks come and go; they don't seem to give a damn You would sell your soul to not be the kid of shame. Time passes and exhausts you, your soul is dying You feel the burn of misery and your heart weeps Your dreams are fading, yet you try Somehow, to overcome pain and its whip… And you live day to day Search in vain a way Between an unchanging past, a present of damages And the hope of a better future, my Homage Here comes the day. Be my hero, the man who started from zero To showing the way of not being a social zero From the huts and the wood that forge you brain None of your suffering will be in vain Weave your dream nest and wait

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 1/18/2016 1:18:00 PM
powerful and epic write... Love SKAT
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