we are a army
not of fit fighting men and women
but a ragtag band of brothers and sisters
the scar calist is are armor
the razors we ones cut with are now reforged in to swords
are shields are ower experience with life and pane
and let me tell you that the meantel image is one of beauty and fear
now is are time
now is the sing
we will all sing the same rime
a rime that will remind us that thay were wrong
well are strong see us a wall of strength vs that vous in you head that bully from shool the girl that hornts your dreams
to Meany of us have all ready fallen […]