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A Heart Of Oak
Walk the wooden stair, smooth beneath your feet,
Warm the wood beneath with your tender touch.
Walk the plank fulfill a destiny with your final step,
Warm the bed, the boards and my heart of Oak.
Once a brave man, strong in arms and mind, a growing sapling strong,
True in heart, the wind could never bow or break; giving support to ventures kind,
But in the forest saw every banner pulled down by thick thorns of greed,
Lost all accept my sword; bared in anger, still gripped to protect my heart of Oak.
Twisted thorny branches; like temptations whips, Poison ...