I stand.
Back against family; a human shield.
Feet firmly planted on homesoil
|Dirt dark with ancesterial remains|.
I stand.
Front towards future; a human sword.
Hands clamped tightly around the jugular veins
|Of any threat|.
Invade from neighbouring lands, or distant worlds
In the outskirts of Outer Space; you all stop here.
I protect
With the selfless ability
Of man
Alone.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
I stand.
Back against family; a human shield.
Feet firmly planted on homesoil
|Dirt dark with ancesterial remains|.
I stand.
Front towards future; a human sword.
Hands clamped tightly around the jugular veins
|Of any threat|.
Invade from neighbouring lands, or distant worlds
In the outskirts of Outer Space; you all stop here.
I protect
With the selfless ability
Of man
Alone.
