If my man was fighting
Some unholy war
I would be behind him
Straight shook up beside him.
With strength he didn’t know.
It’s you I’m fighting for.
He can’t lose with me in tow,
I refuse to let him go.
At his side and drunk on pride
We wait for the blow.

We put it in writing,
But who you writing for?

He still stands in spite of what his scars say,
And I’ll battle ’til this bitter finale.