This thing is rare
in our mislead world...
everlasting imperfections...
hinder hopes forlorn...
while it all falls down...
People somewhere have faith...
that what they feel tomorrow
is the same as today...
For these are the lovers..
the hopeless romantics...
warriors of the heart...
the seekers of devotion...
I,
being of them,
have a powerful tale...
heartbreak and lust...
litter my trail...
leading to one day...
known as the present...
it's in...
while that's out...
my future's the now...
With a heart so tender...
and dreams so faint...
the emotions i speak...
should bare no weight...
but it's impossible...
that these things...
would be so hapless...
an emotional burial...
will never happen...
Assault...
Defense...
Protect...
What's left...
but one day soon...
what i've had
will have left...
from me
to be...
in another's life...
and what i'll be...
is what's by their side...
So I'll Fight...
Not Run...
I'll Wage War...
For Love...
Battered...
and Bruised...
I'll still receive my fate....