Legs have been crippled. Bones have broken.
Constant hard work has left the hands tortured
Dry throat has no words left to be spoken
But the feet stagger in one way: Forward
I do this with the best I can muster
I give every last drop of blood and sweat
Some might say these words are all bluster
But nothing will break from the path that’s set
Some won’t like it but I’m beyond caring
Every last bit of effort I commit
Let them say all the words they’re declaring
This is my best, pal – like it or lump it
I don’t really care about victory
Because I claiming this triumph for me
16th July 2012
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