I ask my self again and agian ,
A worror , a princess , with a girl trapped withen ,
I look at the moon ,
My home , protecter and guardian I should say ,
But why dose it protect me I scream out loud ,
It dosn�t anwser me I see ,
It just shines down protecting me ,
The great power I have is a blessing and a curse ,
I couldn�t refuse it ,
I now see ,
But what ifs still plage my mind ,
The question shill lingers Why why why ,
It will allways be there ,
I now see ,
Their is no anwser for me ,
but I know after pondering who I am ,
I�m a fighter for love
and allways will be .
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