"When the pawn hits the conflict" by Fiona Apple

Este poema es vieeeeeeeeejo, pero me parece interesante, pues no lo habia leido y realmente es bien reconfortante.

Ehl.

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When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts
He Thinks like a King
What He Knows Throws the Blows
When He Goes to the Fight

And He'll Win the Whole Thing
'Fore He Enters the Ring
There's No Body to Batter
When Your Mind Is Your Might

So When You Go Solo,
You Hold Your Own Hand
And Remember That Depth
Is the Greatest of Heights

And If You Know Where You Stand,
Then You Know Where to Land
And If You Fall It Won't Matter,
Cuz You'll Know That You're Right