Everyone has a way of letting things out or letting things go. It's kinda like therapy but less expensive. Sometimes someone might have just a simple thought or idea that they had stuck in their mind for some reason and needed to unleash it somehow. This is mine... this is me.



Sunday, March 30, 2014

We Survive

We own the night- We are the forgotten ones.
To the fear of love and loss we are a slave!
              (We can't be saved)
Our freedoms ripped straight from our callused hands, we fight...
To do our best to keep from digging early graves.

Without a voice (Without a voice)
Without a name (Without a name)
In the shadows we remain.
So we press on
Armored with pride
Where our fathers fought and died- We survive!

Through our pain we paid the toll.
May God rest these weary souls.
Spill our blood but spare our tears.
               (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
We live with purpose,
Though they've cursed us one and all .
Together, in the end, we'll take the fall.

Without a voice (Without a voice)
Without a name (Without a name)
In the shadows we remain.
So we press on
Armored with pride
Where our fathers fought and died- We survive!


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