You see me now a vetran of a thousand difrent battles.I have been liveing on the edge where the winds of limbo roar.I am young enough to look at but far to old to be seen.The scars are all on the inside.I am not sure if there is any thing left of me.
You ask me why I am tiered.Why I can not speak to you.You blame me for my silence.And say it is time I changed the rules.But the war is still going on my dear.And just knowing what I know.I can not say if we will ever no.I can not say if we are ever gona be free.
You see me now a vetran of a thousand diffrent wars.My armor is destroyed and my wepons are all used up and broken.I am tiered and standing alone in the field.Wounds are all I am made of.Dare they say that this is victory.We are fighting the rong battles.It is time we clame victory for us not for them.