I know you're able
I am too
There's enough of us to stick up to you
We're unable
Fear like disease
Sticks and stones blowing on the breeze
Beat back, broken spirit
Grandads tale's didn't even get near it
Wood bites, blistering knuckles
Can't help getting in trouble
I'm unable
To face such a thing
Cannot bare the longing sting
We must be able
To rise and challenge
"Old traditions are all but damage"
Bite back, mend your spirit
It only grows as we adhere to it
It's our Fight, get ready to rumble
Can't help getting in trouble