Everyone always talks, of the horrors of war.
Of the carnage, of the death and all that they abhor.
And these are all the things that I have chosen to adore
It is all I know and all I love, and what else do you have, I implore.
You deny the fire, you deny the feeling, you deny the strength of battles roar?
It is my morphine, it is my heroine, without it all that you love attacks all that I swore.
To never be you, never be human, never lay down my arms, and never ignore.

And yet you deny me that which is everything to me, I cant understand such ease…
To be able to live in the calm, the peace, while without the fire I’ll freeze!
Can you not see this is what I was made for? It is not my disease
I am not like you, only misfortune is held for me in glass seas…
And I care not if my wrath ends a spark or a blaze, both shall appease.

And as I stand before you now, failing to reform, I tell you that even beasts learn
For with these burning wings I soared ever higher, and watched the world turn
And wondered as I watched man on his trivial errands, what is it I yearn?
I wondered if I should turn back now, if I should return
And now it is that I’ve decided, to those who hold concern
Show me that wax melts, or your peace I shall spurn.