What will be left of me
When I touch destiny with my lips?
Only sad songs, someone else's wife
Will say my name in a whisper
Ref.
Heroes don't cry
Even when they're losing, they're winning
Heroes don't beg
They grit their teeth and overcome
What is left of a man
When destiny knocks on the door?
The smell of a faraway morning, the dream of a better tomorrow
Memories, just a handful of ashes
Ref.
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