When all ends..

Is the answer clear?.
What exactly are we fighting for?
We say the fight is for us but what are we?
And what will we be when the fight is truly over.
When this all ends, when we cross the last line.
When defeat isn't our word to use.
And god counts our sins, we've drawn so thin.
Holding out the long nights, which grow so cold on my skin.
Let's play the "What if" game.
What if I wasn't even born,
You wouldn't have known.
Life would have went on so fine without me.
You wouldn't have known me, therefore you couldn't possibly miss me at all.
What if we didn't go down this path.
What if this never happened at all,
There would be no reason for this.
My life would probably be easier, I admit it would be easier.
Maybe for you and for me.
But my life would only have a small amount of meaning.
I'm glad I'm fighting still,
I'll continue to do so until you're truly mine.
With you, my life has no doubts.
No half written words.
No open wounds.
I know I can't make you stay here,
Or stay forever.
But I'll always make it clear to you.
How we are something,
More than nothing.
We are a something...