Some of the blood we lost

Once in a while the shadows apart,
soft colors in blue,
are listening to my light voice,
between the lines of our world and other worlds.

The last symptoms of sickness,
the beggining of sadness,
the eternal fight for survive,
the face of frustation.

Although not planning to drop my sword,
my hands are crying for you,
my eyes are seeing our world away,
your voice the legacy of the past.

But in my arms the sent of us,
in your lips the blood we lost,
in our hearts the fire we builded,
And in me and infinite sadness.