I lost everything to serve you
I bow my head, I was humiliated
Just to follow you
Just to for a scrap of your glory
Look at these hands
Look at this scarred face
And read the hate between these wounds
Where was my father when I was growing up?
wounds
without
victory
those
serve
scrap
growing
scarred
everything
convinced
believe
hands
turned
saved
where
courage
father
because
between
follow
fight
forcing
these
anger
never
glory
tried
comes
remorse
suffering
light
humiliated
rebel
truth
revenge
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