The coward
Dare not stand
Hide it away
Leave a promise
In the drawer
A note to say
It's better to live another
Then try to fight a cause
Nobody will benefit
Only dead souls
Rot it away in the sun
The coward
He will enjoy his paradise
Living his life he knows best
Why want to be a hero?
Dead on the run
The ghost crying in the wild
Of the dark places
Even angels don't want to go
The coward
Many will call him names
He doesn't want to argue
He wants to fill his life in full
He doesn't want to be in history
When dead souls can't enjoy
The paradise living free
“The coward? I am not!”
The generations survive
His root flows it all
He has his life
And he lives in full
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