It's not over, she said, as she looked in my eye's
The conviction in her voice neither doubted or denied.

She said, "Chin up, my son".
Be bold, little lion

Wipe the tears from your face
Cease your crying

For one day you'll be a man
and face many defeats

Lessons learned making
victory sweet

But until that glorious day
lick your wounds, of war
 Cause, we are winning

Our opponents think
we're finished

But their end is our
beginning

Tim Clark
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