. Boxer, can you see through bloodied vision? this conflict born from all of Adam's sons subterfuge meets necessity in life's arena He stands alone who thinks alone homeless who battles indecision and oppression or who stands for his own valour In the clearing where all men may fail, fearless David feigned his madness only fighters know full share of sadness Here carrow poets gather to boggle die itinerants in verse they gamble words authors of the sounds of silence Renown inflamed can be an awkward ally these two as brothers sworn opined to consider well their theory, write it down Notes, chorus set to theme as Scorcose's who imagined another story re. boxer glory their song ignites the page, it lights a stage Duo-artists, single spot, plaintiff, almost holy Just a poor boy, a story seldom told, a pocketful of mumbles, railway station cold This tragedy of ecstasy it hits emotions hard A song, a raging bull of Marciano harshness Our boxer boy beds down in ragged darkness He, just looking for an honest workman's wage as these lyrical masters, harmonies so sweet who surely knew the lonely times they declare Song, the Boxer stands on mountainous terrain in verdant, lonesome valleys, a homeless refrain it stands me up, unifies courage, confirms our pain © edenbraytoday12.04.2021
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