BeautifulI just got home from a buisness meeting. I'm in one of those buisness suits because I refuse to wear dresses. I'm tired; it was a long day.
I walk through the door and set my stuff down. I hear noises from the other room, and you walk into the hallway. You smile and your smile, oh your smile gives me the energy of a thousand suns. You're in your smock and you have paint on your fingers and on your face, and you smile hugely and kiss me.
My beautuiful wife.
You launch animatedly into a story of what our daughter did that day, and when we walk into our living room , she's there, our beautiful baby, her beautiful blonde curls and big green eyes, and when I swoop her up into my arm, she has the most adorable laugh. You're still telling me about your day, and I could listen to your voice forever.
It smells good in the house; you've made my favorite dinner. You pull the food out of the oven as I set up the plates. We set our daughter up at the table and you give her the baby food you so thou
Why We FightI think this as I fight my final battle.
I know it's futile, I know I will lose.
My strength is too far gone, but I keep fighting,
Fighting for you.
These cuts that would leave scars, if only they would heal.
You show me what's worth fighting for, and tell me
"You don't need to be strong to be brave."
The sweat drips in my eyes as I swing my blade around
And cut through all their throats;
I find the will to stand.
The power comes from you, the thought of who you are
What you stand for
Why you fight.