"I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
I walk down these cold streets, with two chips on my shoulder
None bolder, as I grow older, I wonder why it is I grow colder
He slams down the folder, the fat bastard he wants dead
I nod, as if he speaks with a God...."$5,000 a head"
Sneak in so silently, watch them react so violently, they fire at air
Drop down from a tall ceiling, drop one or two....then I'm not there
Moving swiftly like an Alien, as I begin, to downsize this population
Corner my target in a panic room....Moving without hesitation
As he stands in his unknown tomb....sweat pouring down his face
I appear as if already there....waiting....to touch "Base"
With the fact, that my attack, came with much reason
As he pleads with me, he soon will see, I have no respect for treason
Orders are given....his sins are forgiven...I leave him to die another day
Return to my home, a girl sits all alone...no toys for her to play
Then I hear her say, "Don't tell my dad," her smoke hidden under her breath
She turns her head, blackened eyes bloodshot red...it seems she faces death
In her own home, she faces a tone, unlike any I can release
For I am human....but her father....her father is no less than a beast
Weeks have passed, I fill my glass, with a few drops of milk
I clean my protection, watch every direction, spray my plants of silk
Then I hear, what I long have feared....a knocking at my door
I tour my place, then search for a face....no idea what I had in store
As I glance outside, I see no pride, in the little girl's face that knocks
Men surround her...they have not yet found her...tears roll down to her socks
I think to myself...this girl I can't help...she will only cause prolems for sure
Then I look at the men, faces full of sin, the girl...her face is so pure
I let her in...her heart I win...she tells me of her lost kin
All were lost, that is the cost, when you steal from hearts of tin
My heart grows cold, as I grow old, but I still have a heart inside me
As she cries at night, I feel I might...watch her blossom into a tree
Raise her as my own, to a different tone, one of strict love
I am just a man....with blood on his hand....I know not of this dove
As days roll by, I listen to her try...to convince me to let her in
On the job I do..."I'll be a cleaner to,"...to avenge her long lost kin
It would be a sin! For a little girl to kill like I must do
Fuck it, I'll show her the ropes...maybe she will come through
As the months fly by, I watch the fear in her eyes, slowly pass away
I have given her hope, meaning to cope, meaning to live each day
Flash forward to a warzone, bloody and torn, I am stuck in the middle
They have found her, bound her, they play her like a fiddle
Me they belittle! I am Leon, that which means lion in my home
I'll break them down, take off their crown...raw them till' their bone
Shots are fired, lives retired, bullets fly in all direction
I take a knee...they have hit me...have I failed this insurrection?
I stand a man, weapon in hand, I fire at each and every enemy
I charge up stairs, she is not there..."The Girl!" I start to scream
In front of me, stands a man 6 feet, with an evil look in his eye
He wears a suit of white, thrives on fright, laughs when people die
The girl runs out, from behind this goon, he points his gun at her
I leap in front, a fearless stunt....the bullet pierces my armored fur
It hit me hard, he has my card, he smiles as I lie dieing
I peer around, see the girl's frown...she kneels above me crying
The girl I kiss, "Leon, I wish...you had never come into my life"
I speak through my sorrow, as tears flow,"For you..I...shall..take the knife."
She runs away, looking back at me, as the man in white stands high
I reach into my pocket, "Fuck it", I watch a grenade pin fly....
.................................................. ..Slowly....we....die
I can still hear the young girl cry...."Why?"
"I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
*Sting-Shape of My Heart
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Originally Posted by Mr. Wells
