You.
You may hide us the sun.
wave your highest tides and change the constellations.
You may blow us ashore or send your fearless ones.
You.
You may old a gun, a cannon to our eyes and shoot us with devotion.
You may anchor our bones but like a raging storm we rise.
You.
You may start a war, send us to the sharks and drown us in the ocean.
You may sharpen your swords but like the walking dead we rise.
You may plan the assault, improvise the way you want.
You may viciously fight, violate the battle code.
Things will never change, it's been the same for years.
Love has always won on you and on me too.
