With this blood, will I die?
Though I dread to see her cry
Can I still pass with one mind?
Fleeing from me, love cannot die
Because I lived through one cruel lie
With this blood, will I die?
I reach my hand toward fading light
Should I give in, or stand and fight?
Can I still pass with one mind?
I curse myself—should I just die?
My words fell heavy, cold, and dry
With this blood, will I die?
This hollow pride, it drags me low
The light recedes, my hands fall slow
Can I still pass with one mind?
My weary eyes behold the last sight
Silence surrounds the steps I took in strife
With this blood, will I die?
Can I still pass with one mind?
