Strike At Your Will
Break my back if thats what you want to do
Severe my spine with your blade
My eyes have seen all they needed to see
So go ahead, I'm not afraid...
My legs have travelled to corners far and wide
They've bled all the bleeding that they could
But onward they marched courageously
Many storms they've proudly with stood
My nose has smelt many a fragrant smell
The scent of a beautiful woman still lingers
I will always admire this particular butterfly
But for now she's slipped through my fingers.
My ears have heard the sweetest sounds
They've heard the softest of voices
I know what I've seen, heard and smelled
And I'd never make alternative choices
So go ahead strike at your will
But remember as you watch my bones fall
The man who once stood before you won't break, he'll always proudly stand tall.
Strike at your will take your best blow
Just remember as you knock me to the ground
Your knocking down the noblest of men
And theres very few left to be found.
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