Make Way
Here I come all bruised and battered
With my face all shooed and tattered
With taunts and insults all piping in
Leaving me hopeless with no win
The sweat of blood flowing from my cheek
Slowly dripping down to kiss my feet
And as I feel the pain veiled in my heart
It’s time now to flinch the drum wrath
So make way here I come to win
With power from the soul to grin
And as I walk into the den
I clunk my teeth all ready to defend
For I don’t fear the rage of the beast
It’s time now to sharpen my teeth
With power from the soul within
I will win right till the fin
So make way, here I come again
Copyright © Sherwin Fernandes | Year Posted 2015
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