They ask me why i might not fight
and i tell them i have no will
no quiver to set in my bow
no archer will fight my battle
i have no pride
my lions mane has fallen from here
there is no more golden glint of sun
They ask me if i'm alright
and i tell them i have no crimes left to deal
no more cards left to give
and no more my pen will write
and i tell them why i do not fight

They ask me why i walk away
but my footsteps weren't borne for this
my soles are ragged, weeping and torn
bleeding from the inside out
i have no footprints for this
i hear that there is music in the air
and yet i am deaf
to that brillaint electric sound
They might ask why i move that way
its a wrong thing to place such a word
and i am blind to their sight
and i tell them why i do not fight

they ask me why i do not speak
yet my words are silent
clauses bore of broken hearts and mixed promises
and they become dry
i have no sound
the wind blew it away
dried up the air i was left to breathe
and now i drown
They might ask me why,
and all i would commit
is that my heart feels heavy of light
and this is why i do not fight