Ninjas
All the day at the field
Fighting like machines
They are emotionless tools
Ready to be used
What kind of life is that?
One with much pain in its path
Cause none of them might admit it
But with no exception everyone feels it
The emptiness inside
The pain they so well hide
The freedom they want to feel for a while
The desire to feel alive
But they've chosen this job
Thus they'll never give up
Their lives are hard
But they'll always stand up
Cause they are ninjas
And this is how they act