Dreams are dreams.
Bleeding heavily before a fight, so how do you win this fight?
From the start, I was destined to lose.
You gave me strength.
You stabbed me hard in the heart.
Then throw me back into the heart of the battle.
And I was supposed to win.
Now I’m on my knees.
My flags are down.
You stood there watching from far.
I can’t see what your actions are.
I only know in my heart.
It bled for you.
Not for the battle I lost.