Love and trust, the battle within.
One of armor and one of cloth.
Both equal in strength and at a great loss.
Cornered by time to live again,
A moment to go back to where you have been.
The principles of pleasure intrude a pleasant dream.
Love and trust, the battle within shouts its damning scream!
One of armor and one of cloth, both determined to rise again!

Conflict and pressure begin to adhere to this occasion.
One second to catch a thought, stop, go, or yield?
Beset with these restless conflicts, a need to release introduces
itself.
Provoked to endure a graceful truce, the weak one falls to submission.
Love and trust, the battle within proclaims the very same guild.
One of armor and one of cloth, both of strength in the world we build.