I ain't backing down
I can't, not when I'm so far gone
Yes my wounds are burning
But so is the fire within me
Yes my vision is blurring
But I keep my eyes on the prize
I can hear them all around me
The screams torturing my inner being
My animal is showing
So I won't care... I won't care.
I fight for my right
To live and not to die
Freedom is roaring
Like an overbearing thunder
"I will be free, I will be free"
I clench my teeth as I pull on through
Trying to dodge the bullets and bombs--
The crying.. the children crying.
Why can I not save all the children?
They litter the streets
- the dead bodies-
Stuck in the gutters like fallen leaves
The smell of rusty red stings my nose,
But I run into the oncoming fog...
Red paints the walls, the streets, the town;
My clothes, my face, my wounds, my heart
But all I can see, everywhere,
Is black, pitched in its darkest shade.
Well let it hide my aching bones!
Have them seek me out
I'll take 'em down one by one.
But it's not the light at the end of the tunnel.
Running, keep running...
My insides burn and ache
Salty liquid gleams on my forehead
And stings my pupils
But I ain't backing down... can't back down.
The witching hour strikes
Letting my invisibility
Melt down to the core
Of my inner being.
Grieving at the sight before me
Never fleeting my blank stare
I smile grimly at the irony
of the battle finally won.