It’s Not The Last Fight

When the smiles turn to sorrow, and the hundreds time trying to proof that we’re alright. With all this pain and tears, could you please bring me the light? I wanna fight him after all.

Do I look as a west man? I’m gonna tell you the truth that this is a fight. Slapping me, punching to him, kicking them. It’s not over yet, my friend.

When the water turns to fire, so let’s make things right. I would show you the hell right in your eyes. And you could lead me to the cliff. There is no hope as our scream lost in the dark. No guiding light.

But she comes over the dreams. Drag me back and pull me up. I have something to them. As this fight has begun, I’m not trying to look for the way out. This is a fight that should to be ended.

Now, can you walk closer? Let me hear what your words trying to proof me. And suddenly it makes us realize, we’re not the enemy.

But how could we know when we found nothing in the front. You seem to kill me as I try to stab you from the back.

And our guns will never hurt us. If we could see foward, beneath of our shadow, the enemies are about ready to kill us, anytime.

So, can we hold on? Can we survive? Can we go through? This a fight that should make us realize. It’s not our fight.

But the final fight is in the front. No time to run or shout. It’s time to blow up the blood. Come together to be stronger. Remember, it’s not the last fight we’ll ever face. But the fight is underway to make things right.