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I run as fast as my legs can take me

Gripping my simple weapon tightly

Forgive me for being defensive

I just cannot help but worry



The troubles people feel

that they need to hand out

to the undeserving people they know



Is what sickens me

and when this is directed towards her

I don't stop myself from letting go



Weak as I am

My will remains strong

I will force myself to fight

Just as well, just as long



And with this simple reason

with this simple wooden blade

I shall fight for you

And constantly be at your aid



God help me

As I stupidly rush

into the fight



I laugh in my mind

As I am aware

That I'm most likely

going to die tonight



But I accept that

I did my best

you can ask for nothing more



And I know exactly

What I am doing

and who I'm doing it for..