The fighter
With golden locks of lace
I waltz around this town
This is no modern palace
This is my old home town
The people pass me by
And whisper to themselves
Am I the man that used to cry
At reflections of myself
You can no longer hurt me
My armor is too strong
It’s built on pain and fury
Like the scars that coat my arm
Despite your fists of hatred
My body shows no harm
Your blades of aimless anger
Now clash within your charm
My war with you is over
My battle’s almost won
It’s time to help my brothers
For I am not the only one.
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