On the ashen path of life,
When all is lost in the mist of time,
When your heart is lost of blood,
When your brain ends up in a cud,
That’s where angels dread to tread,
& that’s where we strive to thrive.
For time is not the greatest healer of them all,
Before each peak you have to learn to fall,
For those who win are those who fought,
The battles were won when all else was lost,
For the wounds must be torn and return,
Before the glory out of blood is born,
That’s where angels dread to tread,
& that’s where we strive to thrive.
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