I feel to have been on this road forever
I wonder when I might spy the end?
For years I have shown only a suit of iron
Standing tall and strong no signs of a bend
But truth be told the pressures do tell
Each day I question the direction I face
The enemies I seek are very many
But success I seek is without a trace
Weakness comes in the longest of moments
For continuing long I cannot see
The word of mouth is what I hope for
But the hero of the hour will not be me
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