How good your heart, how hard it pounds,
You hold your chest and hear its sound;
No kinder heart was ever found,
Than the one within, so tightly wound.
Is it hard to come to me?
I know your heart and I can see,
That time will tell what will come to be,
Your life need not hold misery.
Somewhere in a medieval dream,
You were stronger than you seem,
You sat upon your majestic steed,
Your lance and armor was all you'd need.
You stayed upon that devilish saddle,
Day after day you rode into battle,
Always managing to win over death,
Always passing the ultimate test.
The strength is there within your spirit,
Listen closely and you will hear it,
Would I lie to you, would I lie?
No, my friend, I'd rather die.
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