when we're not at the wall
I'll write mine right beside
by the late lantern slide
though you'd never know it
When I talk to you, I turn into a poet
but the warmth keeps on growing
The front line grows closer
And falling in love is a burden,
But who cares when it's you
If you give me your heart,
I'm surprised by the question
You laugh at that and it has
You're a soldier by trade,
You quietly sing with a voice oh so golden
what you'd say if they're spoken
The front line grows closer
echoes all through my core
Whispering, dying for you,
If you give me your heart
A boulder, it crashes from catapult now
And the houses turn ashes
And I just took my first life
But if God doesn't save you,
Then a sword slashes across my ribs
and you pull me close now
I hear you whispering this
You pick me up running, no stopping now
You take my armor off, buckle by buckle
a fresh -picked honeysuckle
Hair behind, ear from the push of your hand
you're so much more than a man
Now, listener, you decide if I survived