I climbed many a hills of far,
and never did look down.
With myself I fought a hundred war,
with a distinct engraved crown.
Many years i glanced among them,
born and raised and was a habitat.
Treated I was always with a precious gem
and was served always a healthy pat.
But a day a winter chilling day,
came dangling as a ally stone.
Covering and blocking my obedient way,
that a sudden truth I was shown.
The stone just hit by tender nail,
strictly I was felled behind.
Of which the injury is still to hail,
with a powerful and tight bind.
The truth was that I had a Downfall,
from the clouds and from where i ran.
The mighty was the blow of the call,
of the realization I am still a Man.
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