Heroes
Standing strong when the fight is near Holding our shields when the fire is fierce Trying to silence us with pain By using violence as their aim But they can't extinguish the fire inside us Burning with dazzling flame in the darkness And from everyone of these flames a hero is born Who were victims at night but warriors by dawn Their heart still warm though blood is running cold Holding their weapons as they watch the danger unfold Standing fearlessly in the face of death Rising after every fall till their last breath For heroes are not born, they are made made From the warmth of a fire and cuts of a blade
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deadone
Your poems leave me breathless. It feels like they rip apart my soul and make it anew. We all are warriors in our own battles of life
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