Battle Standard

I feel like I'm losing, overall
Caught in my pessimistic downfall
And then she comes, and saves me from
The part of me that feels so lonesome

What's the point; what's the use
When I can't seem to avoid the noose
I was feeling beat, when she answered
"Don't you lower the battle standard"

I can't stand without her, or alone
I can't muster the strength she has shown
But then she comes, to save me from
Myself, when I'm feeling low and dumb

What's the use; what's the point
When I only seem to disappoint
I was beaten down, when she answered
"Stand firm, and raise the battle standard"

I know, it shows, like grass that grows
How I, my eyes, don't look towards skies
And are, my scars, many as stars
And could, or would, it be for good

I wrap my arms tight around this flag
And with me, her, I begin to drag
But, if she does not mind it much
Then, I won't let her free of my clutch

What's the point, what's the use
When I can't think of any excuse
When suddenly, she made an answer
"Keep protecting our battle standard"