When can I tell that I am home?
When can I tell that I'm not alone?
Does it takes knife to cut your life?
Or was it the sharpness of your fight?
Fighting for what is right,
Enduring it till you become alright.
Fighting for your questions,
That will dictate your emotions.
Life is a one big battle.
Conquering our fears,
Blood is our tears,
Establishing you for what is near,
Our future that is unclear.
When can I tell that it's over?
When I've become this loner.
When I already lost my path.
When I've become this wrath.
Will you tell me when?
Will you be by my side then?
Will you still walked with me?
Or be in fear and flee?