I am here to fight, until the end,
For the one thing, I think matters.
And all the while I watch around me,
My whole world of dreams shatters.

No matter how much, to yourself, you lie,
In the end everyone will surely die.
But the one who will be called above,
Is the one who chose to fight for love.

It matters not, how much pain you inflict,
How astute your spin, how sharp your wit.
And even though they may fail to infer,
To see past your smoke and mirror,

The one left standing in the end,
Is the simple one who would not bend.