This was a marathon 'jugalbandi' of words, so to speak. Starting from the first line, alternately, along each verse, two wordsmith's try to weave a story through their thoughts, a story that had to end. But no story ever has an end, because as long as the day lives, the story is alive..
And then the game began..
With the skies threatening to rain.
We had to fight the battle..
This was not a time to get sentimental.
Fear was not an option but hope is a criteria...
The fight had to be taken to this society, this bacteria..
Are the weapons of our choice or that of our destiny.?
I think this time will stand as our testimony!
We will stand, because we're gladiators.
This is our fabric and we are but the tailors.
We will lead this because we should.
For they will say, this is where they stood..
Shivers under his skin and fire beneath her soles..
They have always been puppets of different moulds..
A mask for every occasion and a trick for every play.
The life gets older, but younger is the day.
