Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
As the voice called out, Luciana responded instinctively. "One second!" She wore thick gloves. Gripping a pair of pliers in one hand, she used them to pull a red hot length of bronze through a sheet with various sized holes in it. The wire was almost complete, and it was only when she pulled the last of it through and set it to cool that she turned to face her visitor.
"Gideon," she acknowledged, nodding at the Priest as she stripped off her gloves and set them on a nearby table. Wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of soot-stained hands, leaving a streak of black, she stepped towards him. "What can I help you with?"
"Gideon," she acknowledged, nodding at the Priest as she stripped off her gloves and set them on a nearby table. Wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of soot-stained hands, leaving a streak of black, she stepped towards him. "What can I help you with?"
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
