Friday, 24 June 2016

Fighter

Slow as a snail might 
He learned how to fight 
Ego clouded his mind 
The heart stayed kind 
Walked out with life 
Returned with half of a knife 
Blood caked his body foul 
Everyone missed the tears on his soul
Tears fell as rain from the clouds
Just as they did from the crowds 
Moan they did out loud 
He ended covered in a shroud 


- Sachin 


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