Hold on with the claws of your heart
The fight has yet to be fought
The war has yet to start
Nobody asked us if we'd like to enlist!
But the knaves still seek to be bought
Paint with the colors of your eyes
A battle-field of charcoal and aquamarine
Search for mine within the crowds of your allies
Remember! It's on the prices of the stakes that you must insist!
With our heads held high (or not at all) we shall win!
Clutch on with the muscles of your brain
It is up to Little Us to make things right
with a pride to keep and a dignity to maintain...
But the thought is mightier than the fist
In your darkest hour, become the light!
Calculate with your fiery soul
Count the figures with care as if they are silhouettes
My love of aquamarine and charcoal!
My frail, suave, kind-hearted beast
On you I'll always place my bets