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Along this trip were heavy tolls

Hard to stay standing, but never lost balance

There’s an equal and opposite reaction,

And I’ve got three bullets left

Beaten with my spirit, my compassion

But neither will stay down

Please, try me again. See if you win this time.

No? Keep on thinking you’re better!

You claim truth, but what kind of truth shapes into a different form?

You claim integrity but where is it when its time to honor those around you?

Win some, lose some. I keep pushing back.

Three bullets left, and I’ve got room for more in the chamber.