I did not ask for this fight.
I did not ask to be born to this war.
Would rather have been born
on a far mountain, living life
with my loved ones in quiet
and peace from my start to my finish.
But it seems that I am a dagger of light.
It seems that I am a dagger of light.
The night we saw the darkness start
was the night I felt my edge.
Saw that thin line of glow and knew
it was more than fire and steel.
The night the darkness closed upon us
was the night I first raised my self and said:
it seems I am a dagger of light,
I have become a dagger of light.
I did not ask for the war, the fight, the fear.
I did not ask to be born now, born here.
You find yourself
in the places you did not ask to be
and here I am shining, scarlet ivory,
one small blinding blade among many
who may live or may die, who are terrified
but cannot turn away —
we burning, we trembling, we daggers of light;
we doomed but splendid, we daggers of light.