The ninja strikes,
In the dead of the night.
When their weapons lay forgotten in the early morning light,
This is when the ninja strikes.
A ninja strikes when the time is right,
Not worrying about their former team mate's fight.
This is when a ninja strikes.
Not when they are on guard,
Not when their souls are barred.
Not when they yell,
Or rotting in a cell.
Not when they lose their best friend,
And he'd beg him to stay with him till the very end.
This is not when a ninja strikes,
Not when his best friend has to fight.
For the right to his life.
But in the end it doesn't matter,
Because even though he wasn't a slacker,
He couldn't hold on to the strings,
And from above, he watched them all fall apart.
The ninja strikes,
In the dead of night.
When their weapons lay forgotten in the early morning light,
This is when a ninja strikes.
