Choosing the path of mischief and force to wonder aimlessly
A range that never cease and choosing a dream that is like a prayer written on a paper with an old ink
He had a life I can't imagine and was always covered with scars I trembled in fear with the mere recollection of him
To answer the question that plaguing my heart
I have to hold his hand!
A hand that will forge a sword that will protect everyone
Deep withing my heart , I honestly wish for this to happen because one day
I want to fight beside him