His eyes are locked on you, Daring you to flinch. Everybody's starring, But you cannot give an inch. Everything you have-- Everything that matters-- HasΒ Β been melted down and made Into your armor, now battered. The fight for him is just for sport, A way to gain some scraps of honor. The fight for you is for a life-- Consequences far more dire. You cannot turn and run, There is no option of surrender. The loss of souls or souls conserved Won't be how victory is measured. Neither choice would end this fight. You're fighting everyday. And ending confrontation Won't take that fight away. The odds are stacked against you, You'll die before the fighting's done. But you will stand your ground Even if you're the only one. For it wasn't choice that put you here But rather unlucky birth. And this fight will take your life Even if that's not what it's worth.