Fighter!
I’ve been torn asunder,
My heart was ripped in too.
The pain that grew within me,
Was stronger than any knew.
But like a LEGO house,
You built my bricks back up,
All those horrid memory’s,
They really really suck.
But then I see it,
The hand that reaches down.
I reach up and grab it,
More hands pull me from the hound.
When I pass the surface,
A sight of such reward.
For their are my friends and family,
My shield, my axe and sword.
By Sam Luxton
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