Warrior Spirit Risen from Ashes

by Kinjiro Tsukasa

Ripped asunder, my heart rests in a shallow grave

Its shattered fragments borne away on tidal waves of cruel hypocrisy

Savaged, and left for dead by jackals having neither courage nor honor

The mantra 'Not Good Enough' still echoes in the distance

If you do not want my love, you will have to deal with my fists

As they grow and change, soft sweetness replaced by cold, fire-tried steel

The new echoing is the wailing of a gentle soul being deposed by a fierce warrior

Now you wish to make amends, but that which you seek no longer exists

The old voice has been stilled, and a battle cry has arisen to take its place