eyes like fire, burn my pelt.
pulse runs higher, pain i felt.
claws are red,
my friend...dead.
ear is torn,
for her, i morn.
my eye hurts,
the pain...won't stop.
my pelt throbbs,
i can't cope.
my life is fading,
my cœur, coeur aches.
sudden strangth!
can't give up!
clan needs me!
for them, i'll fight!
i will not fight for me,
for i'll give in.
the pain, everywhere,
but i don't care!
pride burns in my heart,
honnor, too.
i will not montrer my fear,
though it nearly swallows me.
the pain in their eyes,
i forget my own.
they montrer no fear,
though i know they share it.
the Rebelle chats around me,
it fills me with pride.
for i AM a true warrior,
and i do not cry.
a true warrior can cry,
but not out here.
can montrer no weakness,
can montrer no fear.
and sence i'm i true warrior,
and because i am loyal,
i will fight through this,
for no pain is worse then letting them down.
pulse runs higher, pain i felt.
claws are red,
my friend...dead.
ear is torn,
for her, i morn.
my eye hurts,
the pain...won't stop.
my pelt throbbs,
i can't cope.
my life is fading,
my cœur, coeur aches.
sudden strangth!
can't give up!
clan needs me!
for them, i'll fight!
i will not fight for me,
for i'll give in.
the pain, everywhere,
but i don't care!
pride burns in my heart,
honnor, too.
i will not montrer my fear,
though it nearly swallows me.
the pain in their eyes,
i forget my own.
they montrer no fear,
though i know they share it.
the Rebelle chats around me,
it fills me with pride.
for i AM a true warrior,
and i do not cry.
a true warrior can cry,
but not out here.
can montrer no weakness,
can montrer no fear.
and sence i'm i true warrior,
and because i am loyal,
i will fight through this,
for no pain is worse then letting them down.
chasing butterflys,
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if chiens bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as toi can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked par most,
kits can see them and l’amour them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
ou will that time,
be done?
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if chiens bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as toi can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked par most,
kits can see them and l’amour them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
ou will that time,
be done?
hope, for me, is a place uncharted
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
La Reine des Neiges my very soul.
my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.
the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my cœur, coeur is numb.
and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my cœur, coeur can not ache,
nor can it brake.
the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?
why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?
so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope toi understand...
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
La Reine des Neiges my very soul.
my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.
the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my cœur, coeur is numb.
and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my cœur, coeur can not ache,
nor can it brake.
the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?
why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?
so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope toi understand...