I have lived many lives in too few years, I have fought many battles, endured many leers. I have felt hate, felt rage, felt that limitless glee, But it all stemmed from those who fell before me.
I never let that wildness go, when little of it remained I coveted it, yes, that which made me least humane. Strange, it seems, that when I first joined a new fight, then it was that I met you, then I saw the light.
First I fought for money, then I fought for pride, Then perhaps I fought for identity, though it was all a lie. Then I met you on the battlefield, and suddenly I knew that if it ever came to it, I'd gladly die for you.