A single soul that’s different from us all
Sets out on a battle
All his own
Accepting no help
Armed only with his body
He goes to the town of lights
Looking for who he must face
Ready to fight
For his life
Tired of running
He looks for his enemies
That ones that are different from him
Not of him
Not as him
The ones that are not like him
That hate him
With one final talk
With a soul friend of his
Knows what he does
Feels as he does
Wishes to help all she can
But he pushes her away
To keep her safe
But it doesn’t work
She knows to much
He walks towards his enemies
As if he was walking towards
His death
A death he could have prevented
If he just ran
To satisfies others
But not him
Not his soul
He pushes them to the side
And continues on his way
Towards the darkness
His sadness
His death
He faces his enemies
One by one
Some die
But he gets wounded
More and more
As the fight continues
And time slowly past
He knows none
On how this battle will end
If he will die
If he will live
But all hopes he will live…
That he will be alive.