A picture appears in my head,
It was an army fighting a war,
My brothers were down with their swords,
Am out numbered to ten swords men,
On the left is my horse held tight to me,
And my blade stretched out on the right.
One last Samurai to win this war,
My worries I buried away,
And i just realised that am not alone.
IMAGE :Michael
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