You get some time to walk the ground,
you stay in line or crash in fear
smiling with pride you lick your wound,
saving for later a tear,
you say your chest to let loss in,
fire like lava in your temple,
but fire of sun cools down in your skin,
let him come back and kick death,
you get a dawn made of light,
run like hell to shape a hope,
you get a shadow to fight,
let it cast until you fall,
You don't get less than other walkers,
there's a time,a start,an end,
though you blame your luck,your stalkers,
when you lose your bleeding edge,
but you never stop the run,
and you never dissappear,
we learned so well making the stand,
we're immortal against fear....
you get a dawn made of light,
run like hell to shape a hope,
you get a shadow to fight,
let it cast until you fall,
artwork from the comic book ''Seekers Into The Mystery'',back to 1996.....
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