Many wars are left,Many defeats are left,I'm here, still sore and sheer,Many wins are left.Every wound has its story,With no hesitation or sorrow,It's just a storm of dust,I know I can bear it without worry.
Many wars are left,Many defeats are left,I'm here, still sore and sheer,Many wins are left.
Every wound has its story,With no hesitation or sorrow,It's just a storm of dust,I know I can bear it without worry.