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BLOOD ON DUST
Against the roars of the street
I spark-lit my match-stick
heading to a great 'shore
or so I hope it be.
Chanting a "no-going-back" morale
hunting my dreams
Not to stop at light
not too scared to fight.
And on the battle field
the war was never fair
but soldier on I jagged
forged by circumstance'.
So much sweat and bleed
my feet raising dust and creed
I got through every fight
like a blood on dust.
Arch-angels on my shoulder
Victory is sure, over and over.
I spark-lit my match-stick
heading to a great 'shore
or so I hope it be.
Chanting a "no-going-back" morale
hunting my dreams
Not to stop at light
not too scared to fight.
And on the battle field
the war was never fair
but soldier on I jagged
forged by circumstance'.
So much sweat and bleed
my feet raising dust and creed
I got through every fight
like a blood on dust.
Arch-angels on my shoulder
Victory is sure, over and over.
Published 30th Mar 2018
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