And in your hour of dying
I’d rush to you, give it my all and more than I’ve ever known
Steps pounding the earth, like drums Heralding my arrival
Your cry for aid slicing the air as if a flare through the sky
No matter our standing, a rivalry on pause for hearts sake
My lungs burning, as if metal melting under the suns heat
A body on fire yet steadfast, pushing past what I know true
Weaving past the tree line, the belief that I must make it
The ideal that no god even those cruel, would let one man
One person bruised by their own undoing, left to hang
That they would not harm the one who rushes to their aid
Twenty one miles to the hour, far beyond believed limits
The cold air keeping me afloat, till I see you on the horizon
Hanging on by a thread, hands slipping with every second
The look of fear in your eyes, the rush of your beating heart
Steadied by the grasp of my hand, burning with strength
The might to rip you into my arms, wrapped in my care
For no matter what we once were or what may have been
I will come to your aid no matter the cost, my friend.
