Song for Tomoe
Tomoe, sheath of my sword, my life On the evening of our meeting, you sai, "You make the bloody rain to fall" And you made me drop my sword to the ground. You smell like fresh plums of spring in the midst of a bloody sight How could you keep my past to a distant Like I'm a new man, no more a warrior in the night. Your eyes spell of forever And your lips spoke of hope You gave your heart freely Despite the blood I enveloped. I will forever hold your hand. Your hand tucked into mine As I leave my sword behind To the new path of life I abide.