the fight goes on and i swing my sword..
i face defeat one too many times and cower..
drop the right and hold on to the left..
cover up everything with my buckler..
whether good or bad I'm simply weaker..
to face anything, everything for that matter..
fight or run? its obviously the latter..
hold it up to cover the hole..
only to hide but not to fill..
was a wrong decision but you stood clear..
waiting for me to put it down..
to drop the guard again..
and face the reality of the world..
right to left, left to right you help me up..
I close my eyes and count to ten..
and march forward.
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