May 20, 2014 at 7:47 am · Filed under Flotsam & Jetsom and tagged: ballad, blood, poetry, survival, war, warrior
Hands we are given
We press together in prayer
We lift others in hope
Blood we are given
We pound in joy
To spill and be spilt
Lessons we are given
To learn or to lose
What prayer cannot solve
We clench our hands
And blood sings
You have no idea what you're getting into. Don't worry, it's a good thing.
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