I'm done with tears;

Life isn't as treacherous

As it often appears;

No matter the anguish,

No matter how scared,

Wherever I go

You'll be there;

My dearest friend,

My only concern,

To find who I am

And let the rest burn; 

I'll treasure you

In the palm of my hand;

It'll take some blood 

To make me a man;

If I must dwell

Where my greatest threats are too,

Among my enemies 

I still have you