In the wake of dawn
You set into the sunrise
To undraw what has been drawn
Seeking vengence and justice.
You ride through the dusty land
Hold up under a tree when it rains
Watching life blooms itself on the wasteland
Bathe with sorrow and pain.
A man of true grit
You carry on a legacy
From birth to death unite
That what makes us human in a special way.
Young as you are
Driven by the blood of redemption
You ride this land with a scar
With reasons of your own.
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