02.03.11
The sun is setting and the day is late
As we walk over this wasteland of hate
People getting angry in the darkest hours
There's blood on the streets 'cause the streets are ours
We're warriors
Our mates are diamonds and we shine like steel
You'll never beat us down 'cause your wounds will never heal
You can't take us for a ride
You can't rob a warrior of its pride
Never forget the warriors
It's your hate on which we feed
We are the new class, we are the new breed
Send our regards to a nation on fire
And with love, a bouquet of barbed wire
We're warriors
Never forget the warriors
About Me
- ×Kristy-n×
- I love to write, although I am erratic about it and my style isn't really... well flattering. I also really love art, especially inking, graphite, and conté. All black and whites... maybe that says a little about me. I am also really into cosmetology, but recognize that it isn't a realistic career choice. I am an equestrian, with 2 fabulous horses. I also play rugby... In a way I'm a little contradiction just by myself. I guess I don't make much sense.
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