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Days past and present


I once was an icon A symbol of the past But humans are fickle They forget way to fast I'd be in the forest Hunting with my friends I woke when the night began I sleep when it ends The Sun was my brothers The moon was mine Ancient twins where we Our threads intertwined I guarded virginity I walked that line With my bow and arrows Ye women you are mine And so you asked Who was I And so I told you Artemis the huntress was I Now I wander Long school halls Halls of knowledge and learning The children wouldn't care if they where burning Now I am lost My old friends have gone But I am to ancient to make new ones My virtues I hold Others no longer keep near They've been cast asside No longer a reason to fear This world has changed Will never be the same I have held strong I have not been tamed I have pressed on In this world of steel And before me they will kneel On I climb I shall not rest Rule business is my plan On top as the best Before you get trampled Get out of my way I will press forward This is my day And so you ask Who am I? And so I tell you Artemis the CEO am I
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