Here we are again
I’ve been walking these roads for lifetimes
Revisiting generational trauma to avenge the lost lives
Amongst the living dead
Still trying to free those lost minds
I’m giving too much of myself
They laugh as i weaken
As these paths we walk still steepen
Was i bred by design
Bred to entertain
To plough your fields where’s intervention devine
Cos I’m tired and there’s only so much more i can take
But you know that so let’s see who’s path is the mistake
Whose fight is this?
Who wrote the rules?
I struggle to understand the reasons
Where was my right to choose?
Whose fight is this?
I’m bloody and I’m bruised
But I was born to fight
And I must fight win or lose
Whose fight is this?
Who wrote the rules?
I struggle to understand the reasons
Where was my right to choose?
Whose fight is this?
I’m bloody and I’m bruised
But I was born to fight
And I must fight win or lose
Empty hands calloused and worn
I’m scarred
I’m torn
Constant pain I’m seeking shelter
From this contant storm
They beat me down again and again
No time to heal no time to mourn
But I’ve hardened
Evidence in resistance by a people scorned
Fighting for my existence
One day return to stolen shores
Feel my pain excuse my shame
Keep me asking how much more must one take
I keep questioning this war
I keep question the reasons
I keep questioning the cause
Whose fight is this?
Who wrote the rules?
I struggle to understand the reasons
Where was my right to choose?
Whose fight is this?
I’m bloody and I’m bruised
But I was born to fight
And I must fight win or lose
Whose fight is this?
Hear we are again
Whose fight is this?
Empty Hands
I’m scarred
I’m torn
I struggle to understand the reasons
Whose fight is this?
Whose fight?
Whose fight is this?
Who wrote the rules?
I struggle to understand the reasons
Where was my right to choose?
Whose fight is this?
I’m bloody and I’m bruised
But I was born to fight
And I must fight win or lose
Whose fight is this?
Who wrote the rules?
I struggle to understand the reasons
Where was my right to choose?
Whose fight is this?
I’m bloody and I’m bruised
But I was born to fight
And I must fight win or lose
Whose fight is this?
I’m tired
Whose fight is this
Rider
Whose fight is this?
Whose fight is this?
I’m bloody and I’m torn
I’m tired