There is a man that stands as he is
without lie, without guilt, without true fault
This man, one with regret, but won't be the man he is
He is angry, hiding it as if it was nothing
This man has fought countless battles
Be it the battle with others or himself
The question of what honor is crosses his mind
Is it worth the joy of what he once had?
Will this world continue to grow filthy as he still stands as one?
The tired man faces only a blade as his fate
This world does not deserve the honor of such a man
Oh, comrades, there is no place for men without anything to fight for
There is only a man, a sword, a belief, and his honor
How can one fight a world without it?
How can one live without the fight?
Still be the water and calm be the night
This man has one last fight
3 March 2011 12:37am
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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