You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows....don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters...ah get born, keep warm, short pants, romance, learn to dance.(Dylan)

Tuesday, February 15

Warrior

How strange it feels to be reduced
And fitting just the same
Lost, all that tied me to
The mention of her name

His smile as he grasps her tight
My eyes go up in flames
Pride gained not lost, more painful still
The mention of her name

Would those proud men dead centuries past
Be brought down much the same
With armor fast and sword in hand
And nothing left to claim

A warrior once, a fighter still
A simpering fool to blame
What once was lost is never gained
The mention of her name

2/14/05

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