Throw down the sword,
Neither lost, neither won.
The fight is done and over,
To cast away the fury of the battle And turn my weary eyes for home.
Only hoping for an answer.
There were times when I stood at death's own door And leave the glory Throw down the sword,
To walk the road, the load I have to carry A story time can never change.
A journey's end, a wounded soul. Only searching for an answer.There were times when I stood at death's own door.
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