The fearless fighter scared of none,
Stood in front of me since young,
Made of indignant rage and fear,
What would i be without him near.

The boisterous guy that speaks for me,
Demands respect so ruthlessly,
Strength from fearless fighter's strength,
Without him who would i be.

The money man he comes and gos,
He buys respect for me from crows,
But when he leaves they circulate,
Without him who would i know?

Perhaps its time you all can go,
You've sheltered me enough to grow,
In turn you've hidden me, my soul,
But now its time to glow alone


◄ Acceptance

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