Wagging War, August 7, 03. PG
Once afraid,
Now forgotten.
Once in pain,
Now perfectly numb.
My body and mind
Will always survive
In what state that remains,
Cannot be determined.
Whether crumbling to dust
Or freezing to ice,
My soul shell remain,
Whole in my fractured body.
I am here to stay.
I will fight all the rainy days
And come out on top
With battle wounds to display.
I will not give in today.
-Chorus-
My body is weak
And can't take much more
But my soul will be released
And out to the world it will soar.
My fights will be noted
In a book full of woo
My kills with be counted,
With arrows that were shot from my bow.
-End-
I will be my own hero
In a black tide of lies.
I will be my own savior
When life seems to crumble and die.
The marks of self-hatred will
Fade from my porcelain skin.
As I gather round my closest kin.
This hero, once weak and fragile,
May die fighting yet,
But in the last moment of life
A victory will be revealed.
The hero will win,
I will win my fight.
The demons will die
And dungeons full of innocent will see the light.
Upon my victory the oracle will shine,
As well as my soul within this brutal time.
-Chorus-
My body is weak
And can't take much more
But my soul will be released
And out to the world it will soar.
My fights will be noted
In a book full of woo
My kills with be counted,
With arrows that were shot from my bow.
-End-
The fight is soon to come
With every drop of blood shed
A new life with begin
Or end in this here fight.
This is what is meant for me,
Tears will be shed as fire's blazes bright.
The cry of battle rings in my ears
But all that I can truly hear,
Is a soft lullaby once forgotten
For time to kill,
And mortal lives to end.
The lullaby of love grows strong within me
As I feel the thousand strings of emotion
Fighting true within me.
A blaze of white crashes into my eyes
As the voice that once spoke only lies
Finally cries the truth
-Chorus-
My body is weak
And can't take much more
But my soul will be released
And out to the world it will soar.
My fights will be noted
In a book full of woo
My kills with be counted,
With arrows that were shot from my bow.
-End-
The fight will be bought
As blood will be spilt
I vow to thee
The victory is ours
The victory is mine.