The Warrior Poet

GREY BULL

In the space where shadows fall,  

Where echoes cry and lost ones call,  

Between the lines, unseen, unheard,  

We move with action, not just words.  

When others turn, when others flee,  

When hope is gone and none will see,  

We take the step, we heed the plea—  

"When no one else will come, send me."  

No brand, no name, defines their worth,  

No place too distant on this earth.  

For those discarded, cast aside,  

We stand as shelter, strength, and guide.  

We are not spectators, we do not wait,  

We rise, we fight, we challenge fate.  

Through storm and sorrow, dark and dust,  

We heal, we shield, we earn their trust.  

No one left behind—we swear,  

To lift the fallen, show we care.  

In the grey space, we choose to stay,  

To light the lost, to pave the way.  

Grey Bull Rescue, fierce and free,  

"When no one else will come, send me."