We are the children of liberty,
The defenders of our own,
We posses strength in our bones,
To see the future we want.
The path is unclear,
For our ideals we fight,
We fight through the night,
Some call us knights.
We can always struggle and run,
This is our choice,
We all have our voice,
So that we can have joy.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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