The Little Warrior

The little warrior is gonna fight. The little warrior is all again hot passion And has no right to take to flight, To be a coward or to have compassion. The little warrior is taking arms – One silly heart, some pride and words like bullets. It is a war – no roses, only guns. It`s not high time to think of life or prudence. The little warrior whose hands are small, Whose body`s weak, whose soul is strong and hot… This careless warrior will fight alone. And she will win without a single shot.