Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose, Sometimes we leave those scents behind Some flowers live while others die, And some bloom only in our mind. Some mountains offer majesty While others a painful fall, Yet in our nature burns a will That has us rise up and stand tall. I'm not looking for a Angel's grace And though the emptiness is wide, I can feel her presence in the void She's a warrior by my side. She has no need for broken sticks That will light her darkened way. I am the mother fucking Sun to her Who lights up every day. I'm not some eager child of God She needs to save her from her fear, She knows her man who's conquered both Yet she holds me tight and near. No games are played in this paradise No battle lines are drawn. Two loving souls who have survived The darkness right before the dawn. She looks deeply in my loving eyes And still hears this Lion roar. She'll take a drink and lick this cup While always wanting more. Two warriors sit upon one throne No crown upon their skin. For both know there is no strength out there, It's the crown they wear within.