WARRIOR

I WAS BORN OF THE DIRT

OUT OF THE EARTH I ROSE

I STAND ALONE READY FOR BATTLE

HEAD HELD HIGH WITH MY CHEST OUT

I DON’T NEED A GUN, NO KNIFE

NO BOMBS, I DON’T NEED ARMOR

I HAVE THE DIRT OF THE EARTH

I HAVE A FIRE BLAZING INFERNO INSIDE

I HAVE MY ARMS AND HANDS

I HAVE MY LEGS AND FEET

I AM MADE OF STONE, A FIERCE BEAST

A BRAVE SPIRIT, A GALLANT HEART

 SCORCHING BLOOD IN MY VEINS, A FIERY HEART

WHATEVER THE SEASON, WHATEVER ELEMENT

A RAIN STORM, A BLISTERING BLIZZARD

THE BURNING HEAT OF THE SUN

DAY OR NIGHT DOESN’T MATTER

I’M ALWAYS READY FOR A FIGHT;

YOU CAN CUT MY SKIN BUT

YOU WON’T WATCH ME BLEED

YOU CAN STRIKE ME WITH YOUR BLADE

SLICE ME DEEP, THAT WON’T FAZE ME

I WILL HOWL AT THE WICKED MOON

SPIT IN THE DIRT PUT IT IN MY WOUND;

NO OCEAN TOO DEEP, NO RIVER TOO WIDE

NO DESERT TOO VAST, NO FOREST

TOO TREACHEROUS OR DARK

NO MOUNTAIN TOO HIGH

I BRAVE ALL ELEMENTS, ALL NATURAL

WONDERS OF THE WORLD;

YOU CAN KNOCK ME DOWN

BLACKEN MY BODY AGAIN AND AGAIN

 I WILL NEVER GIVE IN

TORTURE ME I WILL NOT SCREAM

I AM COURAGEOUS AND STRONG

I WILL NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER RUN

I AM A WARRIOR THROUGH AND THROUGH

FROM MY VERY CORE, HEART AND SOUL

IT’S ALL I AM, ALL I KNOW

A WARRIOR, A WARRIOR

UNTIL I BREATHE NO MORE

UNTIL MY BODY ONCE AGAIN EMBRACES

THE COLD DARK EARTH, THE VERY DIRT

FROM WHICH I WAS BORN