His stabbed and weary steps become headstrong as he trots to edge <br />If he only knew the red stone is what he's got to edge <br />So his eyes bulge but his dust caged eyebrows refuse to raise <br />And if he's smiling with cracked lips he knows the pain to stretch<br /><br />Sisha Kalam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fight-or-flight-3/
