She starved me so I crave sweet touches
Illumination birthed foreign causes
Skin once soft thickened to iron
Running through these veins, bold stallion
Galloping battalion always a companion
To you, my trusting friends, I surrender
My faith, my courage and my anger
May we face our war of yet not with
Fear of hate or death but wet face
That greets the challenge, travel forth
My dear companion knowing that I too
Face battle with no end in sight
Mastered by endurance, faith alone
Will it take us where we need to go?
Although I miss her hand in mine
Even though I face the loss with kind
Heart and heavy soul, she still keeps
Bosom alone for I will not invite another
To take her place, to steal the sower
Taste she left when she deprived me
Of sweet touches and true blinding
For the sun never shone brighter
Then when she rode this valiant stallion
So I keep on riding forward, forward
My troops, move more toward
The field of battle where I shall fight
Hopefully another might invite some dispute
Dare some threat so I may cut her where she stands
And I shall tell her no one would
Ride this colt though wish she could.
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