Fight

Pele by Robert Hardgrave

I met a soul around the corner, suspicious but attractive,
even when the stars fell down, I kept looking at that soul,
and from the beginning I was told, to hold back my desire,
I, I picked a fight.

I fought the anger, and kissed it, the soul
I fought the sadness and laugh at it
I pretended to be kind and helped it
I used it, and then, and then left it.

I met a soul around the corner, hurt but shining,
even when the Sun rose up I kept looking at that soul,
and at the end i was told, to stay away and fight my will
I, I picked a fight.

I picked a fight.