In the silence that overwhelms the moment
you find the hidden meaning of life.
Its not what you do that defines who you are
but rather how long you stay in the fight.
Spare me the colors of that fortunate night,
I know who I am, I know I will not fade.
When you came a crashing and snarling,
I stood alone to take on the lashing.
For I would not bend to the Changing Parade,
It has no rhythm of honor and life.
Why should I join the procession of lies?
I remain standing and focused against,
the ever changing Changing Parade
for it remains here in its unchanging state
of fate.
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