The Warrior

The Warrior lives,
As a genuine martyr,
’coz she knows that loves always gives the right answer...

There are no ifs,
The question is how.
If The Warrior misses,
He don’t throw in the towel.

He meets all his needs,
Rather than desires.
She’s a different breed,
And her soul is on fire.

The Warrior says,
"I’m coming through,
no-one gets in my way,
because love is my fuel."

He’s doing the right thing,
He’s fulfills a niche.
Yeah, he may be fighting,
But it’s only for peace.

The Warrior believes in,
Hemself and her calling.
That gives him a reason,
To get up in the morning.

The Warrior’s mission,
Is that crystal clear,
That he just will not listen,
To the ones that plant fear.

The Warrior lives,
As a genuine martyr,
’coz he knows that loves always gives,

the right answer.

He walks his journey,
Eyes open wide.
Says "Won’t stop till they burn me,
To the stake alive."

He cuts all the tripe,
And all the bullshit,
Then he’s sure that he’s right,
On orbit.

The way of The Warrior,
Isn’t hanging about.
His job is done thoroughly,
Free from all doubt.

He’s ready to fight,
‘coz there might be no next time,
and lets destiny write,
the next line.

You’ll find The Warrior,
Is right on his track,
’‘cause he knows that he’s never,
ganna gonna come back.

His flames are red,
But his colour is violet.
He will chop off the heads,
Of any pirates.

He’s only creating,
positive Karma.
His heart is gold-plated,
Underneath his armour.

He holds to his vision,
Love is his motivation,
Which he shoots with precision,
And strong dedication.

He travels light,
’‘coz his heart is his home.
And he’ll do it despite,
Being left on his own.

There is no length,
That The Warrior can’t handle.
What gives him his strength,
Is he sees from all angles.

The Warrior comes,
In various forms,
yet their one thing in common,
Is they know why they’re born.