Enough.
dedicated to my wife-
It’s the hunger not the greed
That pulls me deep-
It’s the food not the feast which
I look for from my honest deed
It’s my need not the desire
That makes me speak
It’s my passion not imagination
that makes me seek
It’s the sun and the rain
Against which I look for bliss
It’s the sweat and the blood
That builds my creed
It’s my head should it be cut!
But it’s my soul which bears all strength
It’s my love not a row
That sows in such heat
It’s the truth not the pain
That drives me against you all
It’s my belief not blindness
That creates greatness
It’s what I will, not what I feel,
To go forth and struggle free
It’s the moment when I find myself
Against the same species
It’s the time when I go
Against all I loved
It’s the time—it’s the hour
I will not turn back
From what i have now adhered,
You can tear me apart
And cut me half
But this head will never bow.
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