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Knight Hawk grunts as he struggle walks The memories flooding him always The recent past like a nightmare A never-ending cycle of despair drifting The blood he still feels on his skin seeping
Knight Hawk gazed at the falling leaves The brown folly they had become His heart sunk within his chest As he looked out the window high Above the freezing ground whereby
What determines your stride of the day? Your look in the mirror, or what everyone may say? The mirror is a friend and truly a confidant, and based on how you make yourself feel, you'll hear what you want.