Not a battle between You & Me
Not a battle of the physical kind
To stand here at the foot of arc de triomphe
To stand tall risen solid on the ground
The battle has been won
Fairytale lightning as no other can strike
The fusion of the consciousness colliding rolls thunder through the hills
Grounded and lifted I play the game
Play the game of life
Thankful for those who crossed my path
Thankful for the wise that bring present
The present to open is the moment
Looking up at arc de triomphe