To America
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart