"I wish I could die, I can't fight anymore",
He looked at me as my eyes began to pour.
Sitting quietly, my wounds I did tend,
And he caressed me, my only friend.
He said as he held my hand,
"These wounds? They're a proof that you tried, you understand?"
I looked up at him, his eyes as bright as stars,
His lips offered a smiled, but his words revealed his olden scars.
I looked away, hiding what I felt,
Like ice in his words I melt.
He looked in my eyes, "You're a warrior for me"
I whispered, "And you are the light that I see"

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