Dauntless

by samuel   Apr 29, 2005


My foes are all round me
Try to hem me in.
I resist
They cannot win this war
I must be tough
Dauntless.

Whereas we at dawn
Pray to God
To send down
His holy rain
Of blessing
And whereas we at dusk
Pray to God
To send down
His holy wings
Of protection.

My foes are fleeing
Give me respite.
I rejoice
They have lost the war
I was tough indeed
Dauntless.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Robie Lincer

    What is dauntless?

  • 19 years ago

    by Pianist

    True, true... Many are not dauntless. Let this be a lesson to them. You must always be dauntless. Read some of my work if you find the time.

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