A shell for defense,
Claws for the attack,
Antennas to sense.
Wings for flight,
Nests for eggs,
Teeth to kill,
And a passion for fight.
Blessed with minds,
We create and survive,
Inventions and thoughts,
Produced and designed.
Death to cowards, traitors, and empty words To those adorned with the touch of rose petals And the blessed gift of forgetfulness For these are your years and days to outshine Push on and soar higher This is your memory Your everything and the inbetween Push on and soar high
No comments:
Post a Comment