And on the horizon, a glorious empire sun is setting
casting shadows on sulking faces and on the court's netting
What once was a gleaming hope, is now burnt up and cold
Making his way through the halls of time to join the greats of old
Savage beasts of the new generation are having the feasts of their lives
While fans of the spanish bull feel like their hearts are struck with knives.
Is rafa really done? Or does he have a plan?
To give Federer a glimpse of hope and then stick it to the man?
I am fat because I eat, and I eat because I am fat. Its a vicious cycle.