Rebel
I stand proud but am I free?
A thousand years have come and gone
I have won, I will go on
Stand firm against the storm
I cannot see it but it will come
And with the wounds of a million nails
I will rise up, I will prevail
You can starve my children
You can burn my promised land
Take away my right to freedom
And when my back is turned you kill again
You can destroy my houses
Take away all that I have known
But the seeds are almost sown
My green fields have been stained red
From the blood of ungilties dead
But with this fire that burns inside
I will always rebel, I will survive
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Dispelling pitch darkness with light
Arisen from thousands fall
He stands there confronting the storm
Has suffered all savage bales
Hands bleeding of thousand nails
Never defeated although betrayed
May be invaded but never enslaved
And tearing off the iron jess
He rebels against the death
Your verse is terrific! So vivid and…intense! Well, that’s a real rebel :) Was the verse also meant for a song?
With best regards!
Миа Могилевская 04.11.2005 00:54 Заявить о нарушении
К сожалению, у нас не столько времени, чтобы перекладывать каждое стихотворение на музыку, так что оно, скорее всего, так и останется на бумаге.
с благодарностью и теплом
Вперьях 08.11.2005 17:13 Заявить о нарушении
Миа Могилевская 12.11.2005 08:36 Заявить о нарушении