Our Final Stand

By Kevin Robey February 14, 2013 Wind flows through our hair, with front lines waiting on Waiting for sirens to sound that fighting song With knuckles turned white, our eyes shining bright There’s no question in choosing fight over flight The air is slightly crisp, cold and untamed Armed with fuzzy weapons that bear a given name With shaky nerves, sweat dropping from every pore We’ll Bleed till the end, regardless the final score A thought of comfort for you and I That soul mates never, truly die It’s about time I reached to hold your hand ‘Cause this could be our perfect and final stand Fading to white, the moment stops in time We look down from walls we had to climb You with your heart, me with my soul Gave us the heat to survive the cold As the world returns to focus, I look around At our sides, no soldiers to be found No sirens to sound, no cavalry to lead To think all along, it was just you and me The coming army, demons shrouded in dark With scarring blades that have left their mark We are damaged, but far from defeat Between us two, we can’t be beat. I turn to you, and hold you tight One last time, face the world to fight We see the demons, this time unfazed We charge ahead, with our weapons raised Revenge is ours, as our strikes ring true Bruised and broken, we make it through We lower our weapons, hearts no longer fake We slayed the demons, Lying in the wake Suddenly, a sobering clarity ensues The bittersweet truth, I’ve finally construed Without being there, you made me strong You were my battle cry; my fighting song I stand alone, and so do you There’s space between us, now visibly true You were not here, I was not there Even apart, know I’ll always care Our paths may be separate, but we’ll journey together We’ll find shelter from this tortured weather One day soon, I’ll see you my friend I don’t know what you’ll call me then The battle is over; the war is far from lost I know we’ll survive, no matter the cost This isn’t the end, but we’ve made it this far One day the wheels, may even fall off my car You’ll look over while I’m kicking my door Remembering what was said of that final score With our walls down, hearts out of their cages The story unfinished, we write the next few pages