The Never Give Up

Struggles getting unbearable as the hate; Nonstop. Life the reality seeking soldiers, as forefathers tumble and turn. The soul of the matter seeking love as strives to survive only get colder and colder with the heart's ache.

Change, change, Change; The chant yelled by the wind in my ear's.
Ride ,Ride, Ride; Ride on The chant yelled by thousands bound by body snatchers; The industries desires of the upmost.

The day shall dawn and again I might wake to the suns warmth, a reminder of the what's can't , " be had in the Americas for the true richiouse and forgiven."

The game again; " seek and destroy;The hypacrat,the mirror accuser. Destroy or be destroyed seeking that knowledge, " truth";The good Vs. Evil, to be caught or to stay a walk, liking the fight with the rights as I so strive trying to get back what's richiously deserved, "MY RIGHTS."

Untill the next dawn I shall be him;The one, the strive, the fighter of might and steal.
Riding on,Ride on I shall, "untill I cant move,talk,here,any more."

Stand tall,stay tall and never give up the fight for the ,Right."
The Never Give Up

UncleSlam