here i stand broken and bruised,
tho i am weak the fight will resume.
You are worth every ounce of me,
I will fight till i die.

These words that i speak are open and true,
beating inside me i just wish you knew.
A man was born from tragidy and hate,
He should of been there long before this date.

Now broken and bruised and bleeding inside,
He screams out in pain at the night open sky.
He crys for his love that he some how can't find,
Yet the fight will resume intill the day that he dies.

The fight is not worth it he is told by his friends,
But he knows in his heart this can't be the end.
So he stugles to kill the demon inside,
the one that made her hate him and leave him outside.

The demon is strong but he knows he will win,
For she is too important to just give in.
His love for her is too strong and will even greater,
No one can change this not even his mother.

Days go by and he feels like he is alone,
Then a memory appears and it is of the snow.
He sees her smile and his strength reapears,
A smile of a memory and he fights once again.

He sometimes gets weak and falls to his knees,
How long must i go on he screams to the trees.
How long must i wait here on my knees,
Forever is worth it he hears on a breeze.

The battle is not over it continues today,
For the broken and brusied warrior,
that fights on his knees,
The warrior who fights is none other than...me.