Hold me now,
why bother?
It only makes me weak
time I seek
with you, no other
but toi won't speak to me now.
toi hurt me so
I know what lurks beyond my refuge
a world of subterfuge.
It pains me to know
the feelings grow
and yet toi keep adding pain to the flame
a growing feeling of loss and shame.
Yet I keep letting toi cause me pain
cos I kinda like the way it hurts
I don't understand why
the reason's Lost on me...
It's like a feather floating through the air
and it's not fair.
I drift through space
Lost my face
my place
fell from pace.
I'm just drifting here
so full of fear
and I can not get free.
why bother?
It only makes me weak
time I seek
with you, no other
but toi won't speak to me now.
toi hurt me so
I know what lurks beyond my refuge
a world of subterfuge.
It pains me to know
the feelings grow
and yet toi keep adding pain to the flame
a growing feeling of loss and shame.
Yet I keep letting toi cause me pain
cos I kinda like the way it hurts
I don't understand why
the reason's Lost on me...
It's like a feather floating through the air
and it's not fair.
I drift through space
Lost my face
my place
fell from pace.
I'm just drifting here
so full of fear
and I can not get free.
chasing butterflies,
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 winter,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirrels.
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 easily overlooked par most,
kits can see them and l’amour them,
even though they are completely 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 winter,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirrels.
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 easily overlooked par most,
kits can see them and l’amour them,
even though they are completely 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?
eyes like fire, burn my skin.
pulse runs higher, pain i felt.
hands are red,
my friend...dead.
ear is torn,
for her, i morn.
my eye hurts,
the pain...won't stop.
my pelt throbs,
i can't cope.
my life is fading,
my cœur, coeur aches.
sudden strength!
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,
honor, 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 sense 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.
hands are red,
my friend...dead.
ear is torn,
for her, i morn.
my eye hurts,
the pain...won't stop.
my pelt throbs,
i can't cope.
my life is fading,
my cœur, coeur aches.
sudden strength!
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,
honor, 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 sense i'm i true warrior,
and because i am loyal,
i will fight through this,
for no pain is worse then letting them down.