You are my little warrior for you fight to save our love.
You fight an endless struggle, with only courage from above.
You fight the empty feelings that visit you at night.
You feel you've been abandon in your seeming futile plight.
You pray that God will grant you just a little piece.
You even think that from this love your heart might want release.
But our love is like a child, that wants a chance to live
So battle on courageously our child that life to give.
You stand alone both day and night, your weary to the bone.
Reach out your hand, and call my name, and I will bring you home.
You are my little warrior though your armor rusts away,
and you feel it will not last to fight another day.
You swing your sword from left to right, and strike with all your might.
You feel your strength is failing you and you fear you'll lose the fight.
Even when your strength is gone and your armor rusts way.
Reach out your hand and call my name and I'll be on my way.
I'll pick you up and bring you home, your wounds then I will heal.
For all the pain you have endured my heart can also feel.
Your not alone in this great fight to save our chile my dear,
for if you look beside of you
I've always been right here