Fire may consume the house of red,
No warriors had been slaughtered,
As the fire eat the house of red we stared,
With questions unanswered and uncovered,
Thus for us the humble home of warriors is sacred,
We will rise from the ashes body full of blood red.
Never show your true self. Keep the truth to yourself. Tell a fake story. Make up a false history. Â Nothing will change from the truth....
Playing outside on the streets. Games like tag or hide and seek. Having fun was always a treat. The past we all wish to repeat. Danger...
