Man
Gallantly your sword is unsheathed And then it is vigorously sheathed Pretending not to be a man of today Will I lie so bluntly The sweet sound is liked by I As the rain falls slowly Neither do I find pleasure in birds chirping Turned on am I by the sounds of bullets firing Men were created to be violent Not to fall for everything violet Distant to emotions shall you find Risking all sanity of my mind Shall I be called lion hearted Not a mere sweethearted To stand tall valiantly In the midst of battle shouting Not to be found cowardly In the face of adversity screaming Drawing out my sword Hunting as I get bored If built to fight were we In the name of love why flee Are you not addressed Dear Foxtrot you're blessed