My Battlefield

                                            My life take it in
                                      For I'm no longer in use
                                  For my life has been a battlefield
                                Because I have to fight to the bone
                                    each night I sleep and live
                                So please take me home to you
                                    Or my life will have been for nothing
                                  And I'll keep on fighting for you
                                  For the dagger and sword
                              shall be my honesty that represents
                                      your soul aand my axe of blood
                                Shall be my anger for the darkness
                                    and my honor to the light
                                also the spear and arrow
                              Shall be the kindness that will
                                lead me to, so please take
                                me home before its to late
                              For I'm starting to lead myself
                                to the twilight with no way
                                to return home, and to you I say
                                        This is my battlefield
                                  So my life shall Die for you
                                Dear Battlefield please take me home
                            To die in honor for death battlefield
                                you are not my enemy because
                                I am willing to die any time I'm
                                                not afraid

                                  So one at a  time you take my armor
                              and then my weapon of glory
                                as I'm fighting for heaven of life
                              So as you take me I shall go into the dreams
                                that I once took because I know that the
                            Smell of the plains of light and blood
                                from friendships shall take me to a place
                              of peace and then I will be ready to go home
                                For I am the one that whistle in the night
                                for the lonely one that live on the
                                battlefield for they have ended up
                                their somehow because no one
                                was able to give them a reason to live on
                            Love the warrior who once was loved