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Apr 2014
This. Is my fight.
But oh boy is it rough.
I expect I'll bleed, i'll get scarred, but you know what? Tough.
Now time to explain what this fight's all about,
I'll take anyway, I'll take any route.
See I'm a mercenary, I'm up for hire,
I can fight all day and never tire.

Your fight is mine,
so you'll never be alone.
I'll give it all I got, give me two sticks and one stone.
I'll share it, so steady your aim,
cause when we fight, remember, after this, nothing's the same.
I'll fight with, but never for,
try to change that, I'll show you the door.

My fight.
Isn't against you personally.
But get in my way, or hurt the others, you'll have to answer,
answer to me.
I won't judge you,
that's not my business,
I just set the meeting between you, and the guy Up Stairs.

My Fight.
Will be for the wronged,
the tortured and forgotten.
I fight where I'm needed most,
as often as I can.
But I know I can't save them all,
for I'm only just one man.
But i'll do my best, the best of what I can do,
I'll fight a good fight, that's me.
How about you?

My fight,
is yours, and yours will be mine.
I'm ready to go, when ever you say,
so join the ranks, get in the line.

This...
is OUR fight now.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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