Pull you close but not to close
want to touch but not to much.
Somewhere a fire burns with passion and rage.

Fight to live, fight to love
Fight for honor,and a code long forgotten.

My reasons are mine own,
Not for religion,Not for country,
But for balance, but for peace.

A outlaw I am called
a begger, and vagabond.
No place to call home.

I feel heaven in your embrace
in from the cold only to know,
The war rages on and I must return
hoping someday it won't 
all have been in vain.