What I did I would do again
For there are no shadows in truth
No darkness in the righteous deed
Though blind-folded as I am
With arms bound,
My sight is clear, my soul
Unfettered and ready to roam
To seek out that new place
To find a new home
Where honor has not died
And valor, still condoned
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