Duel Duet- Track 13

Roen: I see the way she looks at me, A spark she tries to hide. She’d choose a love that feels like freedom— Not chains you wear with pride. You think a vow makes you her destiny, But vows can bend and break… And I’m the one she’d trust with all The choices she could make. Jakin: You talk like she’s a prize to win, A song you want to claim. But you don’t know the fire she holds, Or how I carry her flame. You see a pretty girl in danger, I see a queen who stands her ground. You only fall for shadows— I bleed with every vow-bound sound. I bleed with every vow-bound sound. Roen: Step in— Jakin: Step back— She needs someone who won’t break. Jakin: My strength is carved in vow-ink, boy. Roen: My love is mine to take. Jakin: Try. Jakin: Blades collide, hearts don’t lie— One truth cuts through the noise tonight. You claim heat, I claim fire— Let the sparks decide what’s right. If you think she’ll run to you, Then prove it with your stride— But understand: You’re swinging at the man Who already stands at her side. Roen: She told me once she felt unseen, A storm behind her smile. With me she breathes without the fear Of all your haunted miles. I don’t bring enemies or shadows, No blood-stains on my past. She could choose a softer future— A love built strong to last. Jakin: You think I’d let her drown in me? You think I’d cage her light? She chose me with her waking breath Long before the vow took bite. You see romance; I see truth. You see a girl; I see my vael. You dream of “maybe someday,” But I walk where she exhales. Jakin: Blades collide, but love stands tall— A vow she made without my call. Her fire rises when I’m near, Her heartbeat answers mine. Jakin: Blades collide, hearts don’t lie— Let the rhythm tell the truth tonight. You bring charm, I bring fire, Only one will match her stride. If you think you stand a chance, Then draw that hope you hide— But understand: You’re dueling with the man Who she’s already vowed inside. Roen: She could heal with me. Laugh with me. Live unbound and free. I’d choose her every lifetime— Not because fate tells me. Jakin: You think vows trap me? You think fate holds chains? I loved her before the ink, Before blood carried her name. Don’t confuse devotion For a prison in my veins. Jakin: You talk like she’s a prize to win, A song you want to claim. But you don’t know the fire she holds, And I’m the one she’d trust with all The choices she could make. Jakin: Blades collide, but love stands tall— A vow she made without my call. Her fire rises when I’m near, Her heartbeat answers mine. Roen: Maybe someday she’ll see me— See what we could be Jakin: She’s not a blade to win, Roen. She’s the fire I walk beside.