Fire is born from desire. The desire to fight, to win, to battle the demons. Fire is us and we are the fire.
May all the storms come and pass, without a tribute being asked. May the waves wash away the dirt and leave behind the hurt.
Let your wishes and hopes help you fly…let them be your wings…for it is not necessary to fall back down. That happens only if you lose your wings…
Instead of worrying about the things you cannot have, better start working and fighting hard for the ones you can have.
Hope and strength will give you the power to win all the battles with life.
The courage in battle…the fear of the enemy…the blood boiling in the veins and falling in rivers onto the ground…This is how heroes are born.
The cold is always followed by warmth…always.
The true strength of a warrior can be measured by the strength of his will.
Even when your wings melt into despair…never give up the hope that they will grow back again…even more beautiful than they were…even stronger…
A sword represents the soul of the samurai…the pride of the warrior…the friend of the peacemaker. Once you’ve let it down…you have given up half of your soul.