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Listen to me, oh Muse, and help me tell the story Of the young man with great determination. The one who worked for years on a single goal To turn his belt the darkest of all colors.
I am the sweat and the pads I wonder how many times I will get hit I hear the ding that says my time is over I see threw the salty water in my eyes
Nothing is going to stop This flying sidekick Block it and turn it into a 360 roundhouse No, not like Chuck, no, not like Bruce Lee But more like the laced up Shoalin monks
A tiny flicker Waiting to grow. Remembering how grand to be. Control over intensity, Waiting for someone to see. Tae Kwon Do.