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And into the dream a scream. Just within reach the goal we seek leaps....
Just as the task is at hand and the moment arrives it all floats away like pidgeons to the skies and we wait, we hope, we breathe and cry....
But there is still that steel in your heart. There is still hope. There is that warrior's strength egging you on to reach for the final goal.
There is still time. But use it wisely. The race is not won by frantic pace, but by keeping your course true. By staying you, by seeing it through. The pain is worth the gain, the strain. And in the end you'll be fine and strong and free.
For there is still steel in your heart. There is still hope in your eyes. The dream's still alive in your fierce determined pride. And I know....oh yes I know, that you will be strong.
And I know, yes I know that it wont be long, before you are back to what you always were. My Gentle friend, the race is not at an end, you still have so far left to go. May the wind be at your back and the road firm under your heels.
For you have the steel, the undetered will, the inner light to see through darkened fog. You are still my honest hope that the truth in life will show, that you will be happy and strong again.
You still have your steel.
(For the real Sammy the Kat, who will probably read this and be a little angry with me, but will still curl up in my lap for a hug when he needs them. I'm still here for you, Little Brother. You will beat this thing, I know it!)
Peace, my brothers, cya on the other side,
D'Artagnon
It's not the wolf you see you should fear, but all the ones he howls with. Don't be afraid of the song, but don't piss off the choir.
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