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Tri this
What are ya gonna bring
That same ol thing
Or that home run swing
The crack of the bat
To let them know where your at
That your not afraid to be all that
You think you can be
To stand tall and free
Let all to see
The glorious path you will take
No intent to fake
To face what's at stake
To make them stop on a dime
Traveling down the path of time
To cross whatever line
They have drawn in the sand
To strike down there hand
To be more than they could ever stand
Copyright ©
Milton Batchelor
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