We fought but u don't care
we fought for our religion to share...
Wrath for a gold coin,
Spirit for a dime...
Sometimes my handwriting is frenzied
angered...
I wake and look around me
I have seen green grass before...
Hidden shadows form,
running breath ceases...
Sometime I stop and wonder,
what are we meant to do down here...
Let me tell you of my story:
War is full of pain and glory...
I love to hate my lust for fate
For my Love always comes too late...
Give us all what you have with you
For everybody need to know...
Seas to cross, fields to walk,
Lives to live, conversations to talk...
Dark Mythic Flames of history
Sweep far across an eastern sea...
I was once made mute
By the question...