martes, 5 de abril de 2011

Warriors

And I walk this silent path, eager to know
Will I ever come back? Will I’ll be able to come back home
I’ll try everything; won’t stop at anything
I’ll come back to my beginning
I held so many privileges, now I let them slip away
But I’ll take them back, some other day
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I throw myself into hell, prayers in my heart
I’ll take down every single one of them, if I can’t come back
It’s time to stop the excuses, show your true colors
It’s time to lead; we’re not trained to follow
We could die, or worse be taken
But we’re heroes, and our steps will last forever
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I smell the fear in their breaths
Each and every one of them will fall dead
Wounds and pains, minor set backs on the job
No matter the adversary, I’ll never stop
I hold on to my memories, keeping me sane
I keep myself emotionless, to not go insane
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It’s unlike anything you ever dream of
You can’t help but freeze and feel numb
I hear screams, can’t catch a word
This is judgment, separating weak from the strong
This is a path for those who share a bond
This is a path for those with warrior’s blood…

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