Hardyz

Their always the opposite,
One a highflyer the other works from the ground,
They brought joy and a new séances of freedom to the people,
They jumped from the stair ways to heaven,
The brought the new meaning to extreme,
So bright as the sun and a flyer,
As dark as the moon but so sturdy like the earth,
They stand on.
They fought the great fight,
They meet their match,
All four where so even but only two were able to survive,
The people in the stands still chant "Hardy...Hardy...Hardy...Hardy."
Even when they are gone and separated by feelings of jealousy,
Their will all ways be the chant of "Hardys."
In the stands where ever one was able to see them,
Win and lose.