Fate of the Fighter
Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.
Life’s love is in the air and not a mate do I seek.
But through heat and snow, blood and bone I shall stand alone.
And when you ask me why, I shall say I do it for love alone.
Which makes you wonder what love really is,
And what love God does truly give.
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