There are  billions of people in the world
And a thousand swords
There are billions of people in the world
And a thousand wars
So the question is what are they fighting for?
If not only them but, for somebody else

* In the middle of the night
I stare at the sky
And I pray
That maybe there's a chosen one
Waiting for
Somebody to fight for


While I chase after the moon and ride
The black sky
And I wish to love
So that I wont be swore
And find somebody to love
Somebody to fight for