We've Got Warrior's Rhythm in Our Blood, We Do.

Again I ask, where inside the heart of man can there be any safety

Cause these are the roses that have been drained of life from obvious questions

But this bud blooms continuously; it seems only to be stepped upon

Child

Child you bleed colors of which I cannot begin to name

Your hands seem to be your own personal Jesus

But there are scars all over your body

And sometimes I wish I could cradle you in my arms

Back to sweet, sweet sleep, if you could just breathe

Because in the end that’s all we can do

Oh darling child if I could but cradle, just cradle you.

Oh their problems pale in comparison to ours

But our shoulders always stay an Amazonian strong

The pounding fist is no one else’s, we are the ones that beat our chests loudly

Proudly

Without Ignorance we save many

We are victorious by the end of the day.

Oh how our lungs tire, our skin becomes so tight

And men may leave just to come back and stare at our loving eyes, because it is inside that we hide

So cleverly, so righteously we cling to what is us, no one will ever know.

Oh the devil will lie, but I promise darling we are victorious at the end of the day

And perhaps The Lord has not promised us anyone and perhaps our road is the one less traveled

But isn’t it better to be alone than to be kicked and spat at?

Oh we must speak spears and we must wear shields

Our kind is represented as Jezebel. Who is wrong once again?

We are the “flaw” in creation. I ask you now, who is wrong once again?

I cry out loud

And tear my hair

And my fists fly

For all that was done to you.

Child, oh child you bleed colors of which I cannot begin to name

If I could but cradle you back to sweet, sweet sleep.

If you could but learn to breathe

I know, I feel, that everything will be fine and just again.

I know, I feel, that everything will be fine and just again.