Born in a field
Found by a man
Chosen in a lab
Summoned to battle
Never destined to lose
Only to win
He never understood
Why he fought for the boy
Until the day
It proved itself
Standing there weak
Facing deaths door
Knowing the end was soon to come
But as the shot fired
The boy jumped in front
And after they won
The boy cleaned both of their wounds
And On that day he knew
Why he fought for the boy
Because from the very beginning
The boy had cared for him
And slowly it showed
Through the adventure they had
That he cared for him too.