Sta.sh
Nothing special
I'm nothing special
No one to be missed
Just another guy
Attempting to get by
In a world not meant as his own
In a world that rejects him,
Down to every bone
My life was never meant to be
Thats plain for all to see
A mistake
A blight
It's a common sight
This I have come to understand
This I have come to own
For I have been shown,
Life has it's beauty
And it's plight
It all depends on if you have the might
To stand up and fight
For a world that might not want you
But a world you have come to own
Because You have been shown
It is us they should fear
The beaten and the broken
As the hour draws near
And the world lays there choking
On the filth of it's own creation
And as it burns
We shall inherit this nation
And from it's ashes
We shall inspire creation
By trial of survival
We have been made strong
And even if we may not belong
We are untied by the poets of this earth
Their pen, a sword against the unknown
Their words, a shield
That together we shall weild
To shape this world
To shape this life
Will you stand under the banner
Of those beaten back by strife
Of those who are nothing special
But may one day change the world
We are the ones who inherit this earth
Won by pride
And trialed by birth
It is no longer time to hide
But to stand
And demand
To fight
This plight
Of ignorant bliss
And a society that would dismiss
Somone who's nothing special
No one to be missed
Just another guy
Attempting to get by
In a world....
That he shall one day....
Make his own
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