Ring.

Ring.

Echoing of the walls, ceiling, and floors.

Maybe I won't try anymore?

I've settled my scores, Fought countless battles and wars to get to where I stand.

No reprimands will seal these scars and sorrows, Except for one thing.The roots of my benevolence do not lie within my lessons;

But the good-will of those I call brother or friend.

They hold me up and keep me strong, On my side despite right or wrong.The ones who keep my fists fighting and strong.

And fair warning to those who burn their bridges, Your ill-will can only carry you for so long.

What is sealed within you is not strong or righteous, stand before me little lion man..

Your misguided drive to stand against me is shown no mercy.

Bring who you will, armed cowards or snake-tongued harlots..Meet us under a scarlet horizon and bring your best.

Show us your conniving and cunning, And we'll retaliate something stunning.Stay strong and true to who you know.

..Only if you can cease your self destruction.

Stand at your side and choose with wisdom for you'll see;

Tainted friendships cannot grow..

And all that remains for you is unanswered telephones.