The Storm

Because of you, our cities sleep, Like a shepherd's eyes over his sheep. A life fulfilled, a dream began, Unite the hearts of simple men. Because of you, there is a gift, A gift to strive and mend the rift. A tool to share and renovate The swords and shields to fight the hate. Starting young the storm is small. A simple breeze felt down the hall. It doesn't stop, it doesn't strife. It doesn't cease the call and hide. It grows in strength, it carries on, It shows it's face, it sings its song. Determination is it's key To fulfill it's call and destiny. We are the storm, we choose to fight. This is our home, this is our right. Let tyrants know throughout the land We will not stop; we take our stand. Our war we fight with dignity This is the life we want to see.