Men
Men
Howls at a sight of blood;
Fist curled, legs shaking.
Fear and bravery battle in between
Only those who fight with all their might
Are able to protect those within their sight
Men
We know no limits, but when fear strikes
Hidden in between our weaknesses rise.
It tells our flaws and strenghts
Wether we can bend or mend steels
But all that matters is how we feel
On wether we fight with all our might
Or stay down and lose sight
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