Sei wie der Fluss, der eisern ins Meer fließt
Der sich nicht abbringen lässt, egal wie schwer es ist
Selbst den größten Stein fürchtet er nicht
Auch wenn es Jahre dauert, bis er ihn bricht
Und wenn dein Wille schläft, dann weck ihn wieder
Denn in jedem von uns steckt dieser Krieger
Dessen Mut ist wie ein Schwert
Doch die größte Waffe ist sein Herz
Lasst uns aufstehen
Macht euch auf den Weg
An alle Krieger des Lichts
An alle Krieger des Lichts
Wo seid ihr
Ihr seid gebraucht hier
Macht euch auf den Weg
An alle Krieger des Lichts
An alle Krieger des Lichts
Das hier geht an alle Krieger des Lichts
Be the river which resolutely flows to the sea
Which won't be warpe from it, no matter how hard it is
It does not even fear the biggest stone
Even if it takes years, until it breaks the stone
And if your will sleeps wake it again
Because inside of everyone of us is a warrior
Whose courage is like a sword
But the biggest weapon is his heart
Lets get up
Get out of the way
To all the warriors of light
To all the warriors of light
Where are you
You're wanted here
Get out of the way
To all the warriors of light
To all the warriors of light
This goes to all the warriors of light
It's not your face or the color of your hair
Or the sound of your voice my dear that's got me dragged in here
It's the ice in the seam, the scheme of you
You're supposed to have the answer
You're supposed to have living proof
Yes, I was jealous because you are sworn
How could you come undone to a word so strong
My beating heart the anchor to a ship so warm
You're supposed to have the answer
You're supposed to have living proof
Well, I am your answer, I am living
As long as I'm living
I'll be waiting
As long as I'm breathing
I'll be there
Whenever you call me
I'll be waiting
Whenever you need me
I'll be there
I've seen you cry
Into the night
I feel your pain
Can I make it right
I realize there's no end in sight
Yet still I wait
For you to see the light
I'm the one who really loves you baby
I can't take it anymore
Don't tell me you're a stepping stone
'Cus I'll step all over you, and won't mean it
Don't tell me I'm not capable
'Cus I'll prove that I am if it kills me
Don't try to hold me in your hand
'Cus living things move, and I surely will
You've got your friends and I've got mine
And wouldn't you know, they were right
I won't tell you that your beautiful
'Cus you'll think I want sex, and don't mean it
I won't tell you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.... again
I've recently gone back to Facebook. For the most part, I enjoy it. But I'm finding I have to be on my best behavior. Well, not "best", but I find myself editing or censoring myself. Wouldn't want to offend some old ninny or religious freak. Yeah, I have old friends like that - acquaintances now. I prefer the "I don't give a rat's ass feeling" I used to get when I would post whatever comes to mind - good, bad, or indifferent - which is what I was able to do here. But then again, I have little traffic here; not many people read or look at this stuff. It's like a wasteland for my brain (or mindcake, if you will), a dumping ground. I think sometimes, "if I write something and no one reads it, did I write it at all?" Regardless, I'm going to try to find a good balance of both. If I get too explicit here? Well, so be it. Hairy chests and dicks be damned! I don't care. It's a fine thing feeling anonymous some times... well, in my own mind...
