He lives in a land
that doesn’t understand,
A hard land, that doesn’t
really give a damn,
He lives in a land,
where all men are so cruel,
Land steeped in old
rites, fights & sunrise duels.
He lives in a land,
where dreams merely get lost,
Where history upon
aged heart, is sadly embossed,
A land, where the bull
wails upon his bended knee,
And he asks the Gods
on high, “Please, why me?”
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