How could mine become ours?

Rivers of red become stains,
Eyesore,
Seeing everyone in pain,
That's how mine become ours.

What could be more vulnerable than grappling in torture?
Staring and doing nothing makes it crystal clear.

Love awakens as a prerequisite,
But how to, when none liaise?

When beloved traditions shattered,
A man, stood up tall,
Urging more and more to combat,
This is how mine, become ours.

Ever ready to bring back the dearest sanctuary,
Going the extra mile,
Just to look at those smiles,
And that's how mine, became ours.

Who's that man?
The man who metamorphosed mine, to ours.

Forever,
It's the voice inside you!
Your soul...