Back
Incline your ear, old man
Hear your voice? It is the road that calls.
It's sad, dejected and lacks color
Even you are tired of gray.
I know, I know you, I will not be fooled
From this appearance of good and decent man.
Your true essence is hidden there
Under a jacket and tie and a bitch, yes.
What give yourself away so I do not accept
of what you were still a reflection
Faded, blurred, confused and staggered
meanly disposed of as threadbare fabric
Former soldier, fight back
That this battle is not yet won
All is not lost: there is still compensation
A, incredible, but if you believe possible.
My help is here, does not accept
If you want to do alone, just succeed.
Take your time she feels she needs
I'll be waiting impatiently that day.
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