Winning the battle, Losing the war.

Even if I'll never need him
Even though it's the sense of vain
As the world is soft around him
leaving me with nothing to disdain


Even though I'm not his minder
Even though I'm no longer needed around
I am on my toes to find

that he is safe and sound

The sun sets on war,

the day breaks

and everything is new.

And that is how
I am.