steel fighter

you are the steel fighter

the sun shines brighter

when your spirit

is in the sky.

the souls belong to you

and the good you do.

the haze drifts away,

broken as the world

you tried to retrieve.

wishing for a prayer

you are displayed there.

a saint in a sense

for those plagued with fame.

 

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