I am beauty
I am war
I am love, compassionate forever more
I am hate
bathed in blood
the world is nothing but a slave yet to conquered.
I am bandaging their wound,
the broken need and hand or two
I am the desperate
I am the brave
I am your hopless, and mentally decayed
I am the strong one, I am your rock
The time is wasting away...
tick, tock, tick, tock
I am the touch you feel when you're cold,
I am the last light you see when you are old.
I am the hands, I am the dove.
I will take fight and flight, to protect you my love.
When there is a battle, there is always a death,
where it is lost, we fight for emotion, and in return get victory or pain
Why is there a need for fighting, when things are easily peacefully resolved?