I wait for him at the path where i needed him the most,
Should he come maybe i might as well let my sword down,
Wishing he would continue the fight for me,
Too tender to go on,
And too hurtful to be strong,
I needed time my dear to heal my wound,
And should you choose to back away,
I ought to show how my real strength challenge your pride,
When i act like nothing ever happen.
Which would hurt you most my once i have cared,
The battle that i won without getting myself a scar,
Or for the fact you left me unprotected to the very end.
It was once a very sacred bond,
People believe by their own fate and handle it,
With patience and tolerance,
It was us the women who did all the sacrifice,
Some would have change it and rule their home otherwise,
But i would always believe in the sacrifice and do the same,
If i were to give a chance to prove to youngsters nowadays,
Make him the king and by heart you are the warrior,
If love can never see the tormenting heart,
Then by all means let me love him in silence for a thousand years to come.
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