You gave a good fight,
Now it's time for you to stop.
You did what you could've,
With your shield and your sword.
Your scars your trophy,
Your skin your wall of fame.
Your blood spilled for loyalty,
And every one of those broken bones.
A bloodied battle,
For a crown made of stone.
Enemies and friends alike,
Shielding away the cruel,
Innocents on the point of the swords.
Looking around you,
Can you tell who won or who loose?
Blood flowing is all red,
Doesn't matter to whom it belong.
It's the same ache they feel,
To go back to their home.
You fought for what you thought was right.
Have you ever thought about of it being all wrong?.
Would you be weak?
Or would you be strong?.. To let go..
Not fighting anymore.