By the time the sun can be seen rising, 'til the moon bids goodbye,
There i stand beneath them, bloodstained and wrenching, facing every wave of knights sent to end me.
There i am drained and wounded, slashing my sword, hoping that it'll hit something.
Everyday I face wars.
Some i win,
Mostly i lose,
But does it really matter,
When all i know is nothing.
I fought wars, i used swords, i used mind,
I faced each one of them fearlessly but restlessly,
Day and night
Hour by hour
Slashing and hitting and stabbing,
Even if all i wanted was to run,
Run away from these wars,
Run away from these struggles.
I want to hold a toy not a sword,
I want to be ignorant not wise,
And i want to be a child, not a fighter.
I've won some of my fights,
But is it considered as a triumph when i lose someone or something?
Is it considered as a victory when i lose myself?
Is it considered as a win when i shouldn't be entering these fights?
I hated it more than anything.
If only.
If only i was given a choice,
If only i have someone to fight these battles with,
And if only i never even have to enter these fights.
We entered and faces wars,
But in these wars there is no victory.
There is no such thing as triumph, but there is such thing as losing.
You might not lose something but you might lose someone,
You might not lose someone, but eventually you will lose yourself.
You will face wars time to time,
You might grow,
You might learn,
You might be firmer and wiser,
But you can't win.
Eventually you'll end, but it [your wars] will not.
