To America
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
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 want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
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
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right