Van Chitgo - The Art of Life

Fight for me
Go to war for me.
No guns, no tanks
Come armed
With your eyes , your words.

Many battles I fought
For the sake of your touch
Battered and bruised
I lay in a heap
A bloody heap
that was my ego.
Picking up the pieces
I fought on relentlessly
Till I had my prize,
My joy, my pride,
By my side.

Fight for me
Go to war for me.

Today this fight
Is not against another
But with the most powerful
Of them all
The ‘within’
I fought that battle
And won.

Today I wonder
Would you fight it too?

Would you dare
The darkest demon?
Would you face
The fiercest fear?
Would you stare
In a mirror
With your head held high
Screaming “you deserve to be mine”?

Warnings I give
at the gates
of the battledome
I am neither friend
Nor ally,
I am the enemy
The foe.

Fight for me
Go to war for me.

Face thy insecurity
If im really worth the tears
the bloodshed,
Climb through hell for me.

I’ve been to hell
By your side,
I’ve seen the darkest shade
Of white.
Was not easy
But was worth itall,
I’d do it again
I’d fall the free fall.

Yet,
today I am old,
I am haggard.
Tranquil dreams
Are all I manage,
If this love
Is truly that great..

Fight for me
Go to war for me.

Posted by chitgo on Thursday, September 14, 2006 at 9/14/2006 10:03:00 AM | Permalink