He knows he isn't gonna make it out alive,
Yet, he still puts in work
To what they call a dead soul,
He was fighting a lost battle,
They mocked his faith,
But the sword of love was his hope,
And he was ready to hit the aim just so his memory would live...
He went to battle with his soul
He was his favorite knight,
He fought his fears with no spears
His heart yearns for another chance,
It wasn't given, and so he took it
He is a conqueror, he fought for grace
He had deposited lots of love,
And gained no profits
He created a big spot for new lovers
Lots of arrows were thrown
Lots of tears had crawled
Yet, he lived with hope
Hopes, living like a name written on the wet grounds of a river bank
And so he lived on her words
"These are the dumb things they'll do to you."
Her smile was an antidote,
It cured his pains,
It revived his crazy feelings,
It cured his pains,
He is a conqueror
Fahad X Adebimpe
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