What were you fighting for back there?
The flares reflected in your gentle eyes,
And I knew that you did not belong.
You fight headstrong, but you look so sad.
You draw your sword, but you keep stepping back.
Is this how you wish to live?
Something like kindness is shown in the way that you smile.
Hesitation can be sensed in the wake of your fire.
You hold our banner with something less than pride.
You keeping on fighting but you do not know why.
War is the only thing that keeps you alive.
Kindled embers are the source of your life.
You smell blood and you cannot deny…
This is the only reason you were ever alive.