Hope we make our journey together,
Hope we take our Gurney together…
The long roads of the full sleeves,
The torn notes of the bull weaves… – – –
Hope we fake our scrutiny feather…

Hope you diction my living,
Hope you fiction my giving…
Sharing our silent Valley,
Caring our violent holy… – – –
Hope you section my loving…

Hope they understand our bond,
Hope they grandstand our pond…
Shattered the green pigment,
Scattered the lean segment… – – –
Hope they withstand our despond…
From Footpath, The Warrior


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