Staring at the glass window,
Watching the hard beat of water splashed against it.
Listening to the thunder roar
Seen the lightning flash
Imagining a time of War
Fighting against the red Thorns
Screaming for the win, oh I wish I could tell My kin
Closing my eyes while hearing the enemies war cry. Giving their position away with such Grace
Glancing down upon my boots seeing them shine, that reflects my reflection. Letting a tear fall,
knowing my dreams of fighting will never come true at all. For my wooden hands are too small
Looking at the bright colored lights, while I stood in front of a warm light. My dreams will forever be dreams, and fighting isn't for me.
I hate my dreams!
I hate my fate!
Of standing in front of a fiery state
Feeling my dreams Fade Away, like the light of another day,
For I am just an ornament,
An Nutcracker that stays in place.
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Sometimes I feel like I can't move it's hard to see the light, but I know we will fight, right?
Am I the only one?
-dove20
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