After I was knocked out and bloodied in the ring
I arose with all of my remaining strength I stood my ground and made a final, fatal blow I then heard the victory Bell Sing. I might have been down I never stay "out." I fight for freedom, individuality, and respect. I have had many challengers and I have always brought each one down. My strength from my heart is legendary. Until I am a soul drifting from this body I shall wear my Victor's crown.
The history told is full of lies
for it's molded, muddled, told by the victors.
As much as I love history, I know that it has its untruths.
I was once
Unconscious Invisible Limbless Like a tadpole I saw nothing And heard nothing I had a sole goal I needed to reach the **** Before all of them Only the first one Could Become A Man. I can tell This tale today Because I am alive!
Once a victor
Always a victor If you made it To the **** Let nothing Bring you down Because That victory Made you!
Beyond and above it all
the scrapes of furious hounds lies a nest of hopeful dreams growing silently in a wondrous wood unafraid of the world around
All dreams can be achieved, if we stand unafraid.
History is written by winners
Their story's the one that is told The loser's are like dust in a zephyr Blown away by the wind and the cold A battle is waged on a hillside The armies are dressed in chain mail One side is left battered and dying So...which side will write down the tale? A submarine sinks in the channel It's just off the Dover coast shore No one survives but the story of sailors we'll here from no more Villages destroyed by a virus It spreads through the town really quick You know that the story gets written By the survivors who didn't get sick Pompeii was wiped out, that's a given A volcano did wipe out the town The people were burned to a cinder So who writes, when there's no one around? In the movies the cowboys and Injuns All fight for control of the fort Do the Indians spread tales of their losses Do they write it all down just for sport? As years changed the stories came forward Of the armies and people who died They were defending their loved ones and country It's too bad they were on the wrong side. As time lumbered on to the future The winners were not just the ones Who told what had happened that day They were not just the ones with the guns Bystanders came and told what they saw This would change how stories were told There was now a new player with stories to tell And the winners did not look so bold Things now were written that no one did know Of the other sides battle attempts They were not heroes or winners but, losers no more For these writings now made them exempt They spoke of their battles, their loyalty, grit To stand strong and fight for their lives Even though it was futile, they still thought they would win Thinking only of children and wives Now history is written as quick as it comes Television has surely changed that You can watch things at home on your big screen tv And you can feel like you're where things are at. Deception is gone and the truth now is told In seconds, not years like before You see things as they happen, and the final result May shake your soul to your core. So....now History is written by winners and by losers as well just the same And no matter, whatever the story You now know all players by name. Regardless of whatever the story Be it ****** or sports, games or war We can now see just how each one has ended And their honor, and that's what life is for...
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