Why does it hurt
Why does it ache in sores
Why are their ashes rising from the burnt
Why are the people with shock looks on their facesYou thought I was falling
But I was just learning
You thought I was leaving
But I was soon returning
You thought
But I ought of up to think notI am here
Because I decided to throw a spear
I'm a warrior
So I will not fear
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