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BATTLE SMITH

Spring to the fall
Maneuver through rough waters
Writings on the wall
a scripture of my fore fathers
Telling me to ride on strong
like a shark on a dolphin
Let the drummers sing a song
some how I still cup a win.
Life they say is a battle field
but my name is Battle Smith
With battle stars on my shoulder
A glorious tale of a battle soldier.
My flag still flying high though shattered but bold
as I pedal to medal till I earn the rose gold.
Oh Lord, help me to see that joy at dawn
because this dark night is getting too long.
Written by gifteth (AliboTerna)
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