To the unknown fears I dont surrender, when I know my strength well,
the known fears I dont conquer, when I know my strength can sustain,
my sword has enough of edge to cut down all the fears, I prefer to keep it down,
there are more wounds than you can see of my sword when I am at rest,
to bring the sheen back of the sword, you need not fight a war,
clean the edge with a soft cotton ball, the glory restores in while,
though one looks the knights armour when they talk about his valour,
no one looks at the acumen in store that made him so brave,
there life conqeurs those proxim opportunities and leave the distal ones away,
the warrior calls them as dream, which while asleep keeps him awake,
no frontiers I have to rule, nor to conquer at anyone's behest,
I have to touch the shores of the waters that fall from my beloved eyes,
If I can stop those tears even once, I can call my self a Knight!
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