Winter months approach quickly, without fail.
See energy travels from hot too cold.
My blood is drained, and as I grow more pale,
Someone makes money when my blood is sold.
What don’t kill us only makes us stronger.
You, wishing they would not gang up on, you.
One fist hits harder, their arms reach longer.
You’re strong, don’t patronize one of the few.
Think of new ways to change your self, just ‘cause.
You think that God knows these men with hard times?
It’s not as easy as it looks because,
When I do stop the man who spends the dimes.
But I don’t understand this tough guy talk.
It only seems to make it worse, to walk.
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