She darted to close the door with a toe of her feet
He a captive of nonchalance pride and had to be
A soldier lost in action but still winning
On the side he choose to be
Why war triumphs over love is the lovers’ decisions
To meet in a sequestered bar where there are bullets a galore
But to come in between the line of fire
Was she to see how much she loved
Only in the final act where he fell
In the skies shook as he finally triumphed over himself.
And felt the need of love beyond this life
To last as the night upon night lasts the day.