@edgarblythe,
edgarblythe
never strife
us clever types , have to stick together
the endeavours life hands us
through the plights , of doing whats wright
we take flight
we take our travels by night, along the moonlight
to be first to watch the skys dawn
souls know what we have our eyes on
some horsepower to ride on
renasance cowboys ,with the quickest side arms
take a shot an avenge the men ,
take a shot of adrenaline
take a shot cause the ends the end
locked in the dungeons blugened by sorrow
out the window in flow hopes of tommorow
few brave crept out the grave , saved the day
restraints nothing but feint memories
blood on the sword paint cruesade stained by saints energy
truth is the blade , is only as useful as the one who yields it
its on there brains mentally engraved in the veins they feel it
through the tragedy's of strategy
the laughter after doing what we have ta
we smile like the child inside the troll which never grows
hid under the bridge inside ya soul , an most would never know
if it were'nt for clever souls !