This one holds a special place in my heart. i changed the lyrics around to match the time but it still speaks to you. i personally have bruises and scars fomr horseback riding and bleeding fingers from using a bow too long.
its anthem by superchick, once again courtesy of theweirdworder. what can i say? she hasa good taste in music!!
i really like it because the singer is a girl and it takes alot of courage to air a song like this. LOVE the song, whether i changed the lyrics or not. this one is about all the girls trying for their shield and the people who try and stop them. really fun to write and totally awesome song.
Kel/Alanna/Girls trying for their shields
Here's to the ones who don't give up
Here's to the ones who don't give up
Here's to the ones who don't give up
This is your anthem
Get your hands up
"Put more force into your blocks!" The wrestling teacher called to Alanna. "I've seen better punchs!"
Alanna gritted her teeth and did as she was told. Sacherall of Wellam threw another punch at her and she locked as hard as she could. As they fought, Alanna felt her strength beginning to ebb. The time she spent with Coram's sword was starting to tell on her. She hadn't slept well last night either.
We are fire inside
We are dresses and swords
We are not going home
And we are playin for keeps
We are girls who skin knees
We are concrete and grace
We are not what you think
Can't keep us in our place
"You slut," Joren growled, anger twisting his face. "I'll put you in your place." He lunged at Kel and she brought her knee up into his face. He swore and backed up. Kel advanced on him, the armor arm guards she was wearing wicking in the light.
"You'd think you'd've learned by now that I won't go." She said, her dress breeches rustling softly.
"A woman has no place among men. She should be at home, taking care of the family." He snarled.
"Don't you think they can do both?"
Joren didn't answer that question.
"You'll go to the convent if you know what's good for you."
"Too late for that." She said and walked away. Joren watched her go. She was as graceful as any lady but she walked like a man.
Here's to the girls on their horses with bruises and scars
Here's to the girls whose fingers bleed from using the bow
Here's to anyone who never quit when things got hard
You'll never let them say
"You'll never get that far."
"Never get that far."
"Never get that far."
Fionala gasped as the Head Healer, Sir Nealan of Queenscove, used his magic to examine her face and ribs.
"Well, young lady," he began as he finished. "It's been a long time since I've seen anyone so royally pounded. "Did you get in a fight with tavern brawlers?"
"Horse." She managed to croak out through the handkerchief over her nose. "Fell off and he fell over me. Couldn't get out of the way fast enough."
When she left the infirmary, it was with three healed ribs, a healed skull, nose, and sore stomach. Afterwards, no one mentioned the bruises and scars that seemed to appear all over Fionala's hands and arms. No one told her she couldn't control her horse because when the examinations came around, she had the highest score in riding.
We are fire inside
We are an army asleep
We are a people awaking to follow their dreams
We don't have time for your games
We have our own goals to score
There are battles to win
Instead a trophy of yours
"Get off me!" Squire Caia of Marti's Hill cried, shoving the man who was throwing himself on her.
"Come on," he murmured, holding her arms against the wall as he ran his nose along her neck. "You know you want to."
Caia had had enough. She brought her knee up into the man's crotch and twisted, a move she had learned from her knight mistress, Lady Knight Keladry. The man gasped and let go, falling to his knees. She stood above him, quivering like a nervous horse.
"I am not going to be one of your trophies!" She snarled and kicked the man again before vanishing into the palace. She didn't have time for men's games. She was part of a woman army awakening to follow their dreams and she had her own battles to win.
Here's to the girls on their horses with bruises and scars
Here's to the girls whose fingers bleed from using the bow
Here's to anyone who never quit when things got hard
You'll never let them say
"You'll never get that far."
"You'll never get that far."
Here's to the ones who don't give up
Here's to the ones who don't give up
Here's to the ones who don't give up
This is your anthem (anthem, anthem, anthem, anthem)
"You'll never get that far." Her brother taunted. "You'll give up after a week. It's hard work, men's work."
"I'll do it." The girl in front of him snarled, fists clenched.
"When your fingers bleed from being too soft for the bow and you have bruises and scars from horseback riding and fighting, don't come complaining to me."
She never did. Even when things were hard.
Here's to the girls on their horses with bruises and scars
Here's to the girls whose fingers bleed from using the bow
Here's to anyone who never quit when things got hard
You'll never let them say
"You'll never get that far."
It was in the year, 500, when the list of the most honorable Knights was updated. Majority of them were women. It was the ones who never gave up when things got hard. The ones who put in more training practice then the boys. Their hard work paid off and Lady Knights became an accepted part of society.
"Never get that far."
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