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Full Throttle

~~Back again
To write again
Another romance
Let’s dance

We’re going full throttle
Peddle to the medal
On this saddle
Charge into battle

Fight till the break of dawn
From dusk till dawn
The war rages on
It’s where we belong

On the grains of sand
Every day we stand
In the arena called life
And all this strife

We fight each other
In a sand storm
We bleed together
Through every storm

It doesn’t stop
We drop
A shot in the dark
The spark is hot

A burning furnace
In the darkness
We need to rise
To fight the darkness

Hold on tight
To bring to light
Everything that’s good
If we could, we should

Step up the game
We have a name
Let it be intense
Our sixth sense

Let us go
Where we go
In the fray
We fight today

With no more sorrow
Let’s fight like there’s no tomorrow
Journey to the dark meadow
Going full throttle, peddle to the medal

© Isaiah Barber

Excerpt from “Path to Serenity II, Grains of Sand”
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/Isaiah_Barber

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Nardine Sanderson

Nicely done Isaiah, it's like reading pieces of my work in one big hit, we have some common ground, well done, and warm welcome to Cosmo funnel, much love to you, nardine xoxo

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Isaiah Barber

Thank you nardine for the kind words.  i'm glad you like it and thank you for the warm welcome

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