They are strong and they are brave,
They seek alike and find it,
They move slowly and deliberately,
as they want and as they wish.
They are wounded and wear a crown upon their head,
A crown of hurt and pain, experience and wisdom,
They fight like no other, they win by themselves,
They don't compete, they don't need to,
Their music is growl and they roar when they sing,
Their pride is sticking together and the bond of unity.
Like a juggernaut they tear through life,
The competition is within,
Overcoming the mind, the thoughts.
The battle commences daily,
Relentlessly fighting the sharp poking and prodding of the enemy through the bars of the dark cage.
Then one day there is the escape,
The bars shattered,
And freedom again reigns,
The enemy is devoured,
Through heart and through fight,
And only then is the tunnel vision to the Light realised and roar of victory heard throughout the Kingdom.
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