Nail me to cross and cut out my heart.

Let me hang, leave me to dry.

There are a million more like me, a million more have died before and after, baking in the sun drenched blood fields of conflicts far and wide.

This heart you've faced before, we kneel not.
Take the sword over chains, if life is the measure of self then cut my line short here for I'd rather die free than under your law.

I've taken hit after hit, loss after loss, I've been heart broken, bloodied, bruised, I've been lied to, stolen from and gotten my *** handed back to me.

I stand here still holding my ground because you can't take it all and that way I never lose.

You are of paper, burning under my flame.
You are of wax, resolve melting compared to me.

I am of time, of stone, of fire, I am of soul and heart, of passion and art. I am of steel, of blood.

Your victories are small but many while I have the important battles under my belt, so take your wins while you can because overtime you're fighting an army you can't win.