For a long time, I didn't know right

From wrong. Not until the Day

Of Black Sun did I understand that the fight

Was against my ruthless father and bright

Sister, who'd kill anyone who got in their way.

Only then did I know that wasn't right.

I found my soul again under the light

Of the dragons. My metal heart turns to clay

And once again I can fight.

I never needed to be restored in my father's sight

Because he's as blind as a priest that doesn't pray

He's as confused as I was, not knowing wrong from right

Azula, sadly, is now locked in an endless midnight

Vicious, so like herself. She'd sooner lay

On a bed of red hot coals that admit she lost the fight

To neither of them am I a welcome sight

Summer is returning with debts yet to pay

I'm not sure if they'll ever rebuild themselves right

But there's no way I'm giving up that fight