The words on my lips fits like a glove: You are a fighter, but I am the fire of a brand new day
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
On the day I live alone and in peace//My wife and my children, my comp'ny to keep//I'll stare off into the stars and I'll dream//Of adventures to be had when my soul takes its leave
I will not be torn apart by prideful fingertips... Yours or mine.