My reservations

You love creating battlefield.
Maybe I'm sometimes still strong.
I practice, and perhaps you
I'll win. Perhaps without love
of this world, my journey to get through.

My love beats
heart rhythm inside of me.
The same genes as my father,
lead them to destruction.
Do not help rhetoric pretty.
Anargiaa, and violence,
world news out of the churn.
My heart wheel alignment,
they are in the wrong direction in favor.
Sometimes I'm like the hare,
hide behind a tree.

You love creating battlefield.
Maybe I'm sometimes still strong.
I practice, and perhaps you
I'll win. Perhaps without love
of this world, my journey to get through.

Life side by side,
I reach the bitter cup,
to the brim, I would like to drink
willingly to the end.
Walk through the will of my
love with the side by side.
Hepatic all of this alone,
without a pair of too high price.