Head Up Little Sister

Pushed back into a corner by what they claim her to be They're not the same as what they claim they want to be Stronger, they are taller by far born to rule and lead the way She's no good lower class less than zero broken glass Head down she looks away eyes closed as if to pray No one listens no one cares no one there to wipe her tears Who is she to draw a breath every one the fear of death Must be strong have no fear eyes wide open crystal clear Moving swiftly crouching low hang on tight don't let go Trying hard to have a voice pushing forward only choice Can't go back must push on fighting till the break of dawn Face turned up feel the sun war is over battles won