I know when to start a war,
In the arms of what I once knew,
I know what's worth fighting for,
And that is a chance with you.
I'll leave behind my other ambitions,
To polish my laid to rest gun,
And make the transitions,
Necessary to fight for one.
I'll fight to the end,
Facing death if I must,
I might break, I might bend,
But in your heart I trust.
I'll hope and pray for victory,
Even though God I do not believe,
I'd do anything to break us free,
Even if my lack of faith I must relieve.
The battle field is not a pretty sight,
But there is always a price for desire,
For what we really believe we must fight,
Our hearts beat to our inner fire.
To compete we reach for the sky,
I"m telling you I won't give in;
Of my will to trudge on don't ask why,
I will always fight to live in your arms again.
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