We did it
You and me
We drank in every bar
fought in every ring
And praised the ground beneath our aching feet
Now you're broken
Like I once was
But I have no advice
No way of making you believe you're special
All we need to do is keep on fighting
Keep hoping
That soon enough we'll win
We'll get to where we're going with our heads held high
And our souls at peace
As it should be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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