The pain of hardship defines the sprite within your will
while the bald eagles sore over majesty mountains still.
Shattered dreams those heaping piles of rotten leaves
your needs, doubts fallow deeds those wicked thieves.

Then pay your dues not understanding when you lose
sheep laying down for slaughter, heat in lies get hotter.
Fear’s stench poised to rule the beaten minds of many
so cast your lot upon unruly waters or die without any.

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