mercredi, février 13, 2008

dimanche, février 10, 2008


i will march over the obstacle to my freedom
or fail in misery of slavery
can't feel anything else worthy
can't see anything else around me

while others fight to accept
i will fight to change
or perish trying to
defend my ideals

make my skins be my shield
words are gonna be my sword
my text is my army
the castle is my conquest

fear me my new born enemy
my mind is rising up again
stronger and more convince
this war as just begun.