Side by side, hand in hand, battle lines, drawn in the sand. With painted faces we take our places, we are marching to war. A crimson moon watches in pride as you and I fall in stride by stride, your eyes so strong, and your lips so fine, my greatest dream is to make you mine.

Brought to life by just your smile I try to show you that I care. All the while the world moves onward, unaware. I dream of you, to hold you tight, to watch you smile through the night. When life seemed hopeless a spark appeared, with snow white hair and a heart that cared.

 As I take you by the hand, promise that with me you’ll stand, while we march to war. 

I challenge you dear, our war lies at heart

For I need you so close, but we’re better apart

And our spectators cry, they do not understand

We walk this alone, longing to be hand in hand.