Walk alone, die alone,
There's only room for one,
To walk in a dark room and to be the light,
Takes a heart of purity.
I have conquered my wars,
I have bled, I have cried,
To prove myself,
What must I sacrifice?
I have walked paths with many,
I have shown them the light,
Doing so they showed no thanks,
They wounded me with daggers of deceit.
Amidst the pain I still stood strong,
In the end they are their own enemy,
If there were a hope I would give it to them,
Because of hatred they were lost.
I was but a voice of reason,
Mislead by deamons of misfortune,
Driven by powers of no remorse,
I am but a figure for their torment.
Stand mighty, I was a saint,
To rid my world of despair
Now I am no more,
I lay my sword to rest.
Hear my words, be your own saint,
Before you are to others,
Or your gift shall not be recognized,
Fall you will under sorrow.
Fight for what you believe in,
Find strength and love within,
When you have, shall you be ready,
To make a difference in this world.
Do not make my mistake,
I was blinded by their deceit,
I only wish for you to heed these words,
These last words of a saint.
