Disclaimer: The song Solider of Fire, is from Honoo no Sorujya.

The flame's mix of yellow, red and white, intertwine within each other as they dance towards the sky. The heat of the flames, draw me closer as they keep me warm from the cold-harsh night. I become entranced by the enticing strength that seems to draw my armor towards it. I block out everything around me, images and voices from my past start to arise from the ashes of my memory.

This town is burning up.
Looking back as I run thru.
We always are dreaming warriors.
Reviving with cracked eyes.
Passing memories of a stolen yesterday.
I'll get them back.

Ever since I was young, I've had two main fascinations. One was being a warrior and the other was fire. I can't explain why, but maybe I shouldn't try to justify the allure of them, but I should just accept it. I just didn't realize that my fixation turned out to be more of a reality than a dream.

At that moment, it hit me, there's a difference between being a warrior and everyone else. A warrior has to carry on, and believe what one comes upon as a challenge. While the rest, has more of a choice. They can choose their life to be thought of as a blessing or a curse. At least they have a choice to what kind of life they're going to have. But my friends and I, we have no choice, and I've accepted my fate.

Burnin' in the fire from the pains of wounds.
Runnin' in the fire there are some that aren't healed.
Wanna be a soldier the morning of the battle has come.
Make me a soldier I'd give this life.

The years of training, the sweat, blood, and tears that were shed prepared us, or actually, I thought they did. I always thought that we could take on anything that came our way. Especially in the beginning, but as we continued to fight, we start to wonder if we were actually ready for what we had to face, or were we just kidding ourselves?

How could these doubts be coming at us out of nowhere? Why now? Is it because that maybe, just maybe we are tired of all the fighting? No, that can't be the reason. I won't accept it! There has to be another answer, but we just can't see what's in front of us because we know that no one else will take up the cause, so it's up to us. We have to sacrifice everything just to make sure there is a tomorrow.

Blood runs on my lip.
Smiling since I won't lose.
We always are lonely fighters.
To protect that important someone.
Once again that day's sparkling sky.
I'll get it back

Our virtues which live in our hearts and that guide our armors are the ones that give us reason to keep fighting. They show us the path we should take, as long as we stay true to them, they'll keep us safe and strong for the battles that lay ahead. We have to believe in them, ourselves and each other. Otherwise, if we don't, then the enemy has already won before the real battle has begun.

Burnin' in the fire bullet of love and courage.
Runnin' to the fire striking down this night.
Wanna be a soldier a sorrowful gunshot.
Make me a soldier echoes in this town.

We always are soldiers of fire.
Stretching silver wings.
Holding a trembling you in this hand.

When all of the fighting is done, and there's no longer a need for our armors, then what will happen to us? What will we do? Will we part ways and try to live separate lives, or will we be able to stay together? Will we finally be free to chase after our dreams and have what passes for a normal life? For now, these questions will have to wait, there is still a war that's waging and we need to be prepared.

Burnin' in the fire from the pains of wounds.
Runnin' in the fire there are some that aren't healed.
Wanna be a soldier the morning of the battle has come.
Make me a soldier I'd give this life.

Burnin' in the fire bullet of love and courage.
Runnin' to the fire striking down this night.
Wanna be a soldier a sorrowful gunshot.
Make me a soldier echoes in this town.