The road hangs heavy on your shoulders
Yet someone is holding out the flag
Knee deep in the dust, your past smoulders
In tendril plumes, from trodden slag.
Better to fall in the battle
Than to die a little every day
Sometimes you have to sacrifice realism
For reality.
Monday, August 15, 2005
Fatherhood
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