Army of Sorrow by Ron Wolfley
Crack goes the whip, a shot in the hip
An intruder assaults my senses.
Boom goes my head, now comes the dread
This foe cares not as it dispenses.
This time my shoulder, hit by a boulder
This force that comes like a train.
It doesn't matter where, it's really unfair
It quickly lays siege to my brain.
I try to stride, there's nowhere to hide
This battle is fought in my spirit.
I try to adjust, play on I must
I have learned that I cannot fear it.
The jury is in, I think that I'll win
But the verdict I'll feel on the 'morrow.
Today I'm a knight, today I will fight
This siege by the Army of Sorrow.
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