By Damien Knight
I can feel the ache in my bones
Pain of years gone by.
They said I wouldn’t make it on my own
Truth, they didn’t lie.
How can I stand on my feet
When I was given broke legs?
Taunt, call me weak!
I won’t cave, not a man who begs.
You can knock me down,
But you wont count me out!
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