We Could Be Kings In a Lonely World
The sweet coming out of our pores,
The numbness in our hands and feet from bleeding sores,
Muscles tired and worn.
Still we are going on even if some of us are torn,
We have somethinh no one else has.......pride,
We have devotion in our eyes,
Nothing in this world is like it,
We get back up after we are hit,
Never will we stop,
Never! not untill we reach the top!
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