BATTLING ON
- ©John A Denney
While walking with the human tide
I saw a face, a bewildered face
a pallid face that wore no pride
walking slow and battling on
I'd thought I had seen this face before
in a different time, with words of rhyme
that hold little meaning anymore
for us he battled on
He spoke of mateship drought and flood
faces in the street, the weary tramp of feet
and how he would change it if he could
for us he battled on
Do you think that I do not know
of how a man can love, with a pure heart above
true loves a seed we sew
in love he battled on
The battle's o'er' he's gone from the crowd
no more hills to climb, no more words of rhyme
of Henry Lawson I am proud
no more need to battle on
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