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.
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