I shall ride into the day
With the perseverance to stay
And the ability to kill
With my pen, my rack and steel
Upon the chrome I choose to bloom
Till time runs out, till daffodils set
Be it my waterloo, my doom.
Though the battle may wage wild,
Armours spent, and sabres filed
Giving up – I donot know,
Come hail, rain, storm and snow.
God be with me, and so be you,
For a long way I have to go.
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