What is true strength? I wander in search of it To be proud? To make a vow? I still can't find it
I continue to ask the smile in my memories I won't forget the warmth lingering in my hand
While lost, confused, and suffering I gouge out my sins without running or hiding With my voice, as I am I ask my courage, I strike my resolve This is my holy sword, behold!
It's fine if I'm weak, it's fine if my tears flow As long as this invincible song stays in my heart Destiny and the past and grief and memories and love I hold them tight and now I struggle bitterly and stand
I found myself and today I carve it in my chest
That shine which became a cross, what is its meaning? The forgetfulness -OBLIVION- contained in a name, my justice -BLAZE-
I send my compassion -love- into this silver left arm Slice away darkness, cut apart evil, release my invincibility
To one part of the world I gave a solo recital -pierced through- Showing my fragile self to everyone Even if the day comes where I fall to my knees Just my heart, just my dreams They'll never be fouled by dirt ...Never!
It's fine if I'm weak, it's fine if my fist is ordinary I still must strike out, as long as this hand can remember how My frustration and my shame and everything else I hold them tight and now this body becomes a flame
Even if this miracle is covered in mud, heaven is still watching
I ask my courage, I strike my resolve This is my holy sword, behold!
It's fine if I'm weak, it's fine if my tears flow As long as this invincible song stays in my heart The trickling road forward is surely beautiful The future of my own colour will surely sparkle...!
It's fine if I'm weak, it's fine if my fist is ordinary I still must strike out, as long as this hand can remember how Wailing, sobbing, hate, agony, and everything I hold them tight and now I struggle bitterly and stand
I found myself Today I carve it in my chest Right here... The song of the cross