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.