In the dark path by the river we fear
Our enemies all linger near.
In poaring rain we bear our shoulders back,
Begging the sky to envelop us in black.
The wind speaks so that we don't have to,
Carrying prayers of loved ones to you.
Your fist may be fast, but your mind shall be faster,
Courage is a tough skill to master.
But it is harder to know foolish from brawl,
Here we stand and here we fall.
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thoughts
RandomSomething that pops into my head in the middle of the day or in the dead of the night, something worth remembering. (will continue uploading when this hits at least 20 reads)
