There we are at war,
the men of a hundred flags.
Prejudice and tyranny,
and a wave of body bags.

We don't care if it's religion,
gender, race or creed,
whatever your dividing line,
we've got the fight you need.

There's polished propaganda,
playing on the radio,
Got to get the meat to all the wolves,
So they'll move on with the show.

You might call it ***** politics,
but don't blame the legislature.
This my friend, is flesh and blood.
Simple human nature.

The guns are fully loaded,
the line of tanks have started rolling.
Surely you must understand,
the views that I'm extolling.

Some may call it inhumane,
or unfair extermination.
But sacrifices must be made,
to rebuild this torn nation.

You're either with us or against us,
there can be only one decision.
When we strike, we strike to ****,
with utmost sharp precision.

Don't worry friend, you'll have your wish
when the noble war is done.
Finally you'll see the day,
This country stands as one.

They're coming, they're coming.
Come on, get out of bed.
Start running, start running,
unless you'd rather be dead.

They're shooting, they're shooting,
keep your head low.
They're looting, they're looting.
Everything's gonna go!

They're screaming, they're screaming,
"****** death to the poor!"
It's seeming, it's seeming,
things have rot to the core.

They're fighting, they're fighting,
anyone in their way.
Flame igniting, flame igniting,
it won't be held at bay,

They're rushing, they're rushing,
They've cut off every route.
So crushing, so crushing.
Can't escape the pursuit.

They've found us, They've found us,
there's no where to run.
All around us, all around us,
The end has begun.

I am a wounded warrior.
I fought and I fought and I fought.
Left behind friends and my family,
To the battle gave the best that I've got.

Loaded out by the light of the sunset,
Marched on in the blanket of dark.
By the raging boom of the mortars,
I saw the horrors of war clear and stark.

We lost twenty odd men in the first fight.
The next week, we lost fifty or more.
So goes the life of a soldier,
Such is the fury of war.

The winter was cold, unforgiving.
I longed for the warmth of my home.
But a promise to fight is a promise,
So I continued to brave the unknown.

Each twenty four hours more hellish,
Pushing on in the worst of the dregs
Watched my best friend in an instant
Holding what was left of his legs

We marched on for what seemed forever,
as the enemy kept getting bolder.
In one of the fiercest of all the fights,
I took a shrapnel blast to my shoulder.

From there I was done on the front lines,
And you'd think I'd be somewhat relieved.
But back home I just walked into loneliness,
to hurt and to suffer and grieve.

I am a wounded warrior.
I fought and I fought and I fought.
I would not wish my life upon anyone
Such is the pain that war wrought.

In the morning I wake up
Try to work past the gloom,
and ignore the anxiety
that’s filling the room.

Walk into the kitchen,
prepare myself some food.
do what I can
not to sulk, not to brood.

Off to the corner,
Take a seat in my chair.
Then I sullenly look
out the window and stare.

The rain falling gently,
The skies filled with grey.
I just can’t find a reason
to be happy today.

There’s nobody coming
To visit me here.
No friendly presence,
to dissipate all my fears.

The phone sits there silent.
No one is calling.
My home is well looked after
but hardly enthralling.

My only companion
Died five years ago.
I’ve somewhat kept moving,
albeit painfully slow.

What’s left of me
feels in such disarray.
I just can’t find a reason
to be happy today.

My son never calls me,
always has other plans.
I suppose that he thinks,
that I’ll just understand.

Most friends never take time,
to ask “how are things?”
They just don’t want to hear
That there’s pain and it stings.

I haven’t got a place
for a cat or a dog.
No, it’s just me here
As I sit in the fog.

I could try to do different,
from this eccentric bouquet,
but I just can’t find a reason
to be happy today.

Sorry sir, you're here too soon.
Please take a seat in our waiting room.
Listen for when your number's called.
It may be a awhile, after all.

Be sure to fill out the forms with care,
and take time to mark in every square.
If you miss even a single one,
Your chances of success are done.

Try to ignore the unpleasant smell,
and that guy speaking loudly on his cell.
You must realize that on the whole,
These things are beyond our control.

Yes, this may use up most of your day.
How long will it be? We can't really say.
At least forty minutes it's going to take,
as half our people just went on break.

Two hours later, front of the line.
You want to be done with wasting time.
We can clearly see your nerves are fraught,
but it appears that have you missed a spot.

To the back of the line to make your correction.
Believe us, it's for your own protection.
No jumping ahead, as the rules dictate.
Once again sir, you'll have to wait.

We sense your patience is quickly fleeting,
but any anger would be self defeating.
You're back at the front, with forms composed.
But sadly, this office has just been closed.

You won't find me in a busy crowd,
But not because I'm scared.
You won't find me at the party place,
But not because I'm boring.

You won't find me at the concert,
But not because I don't like music.
You won't find me in the airport line,
But not because I don't like to travel.

I'll be by myself walking the sandy beach,
Staring up at the stars on a cloudless night,
And wondering what treasures they conceal.
If you know I'm there...

Just leave me be and let me roam,
I'm in my zone, my place alone.

You won't find me at a packed restaurant,
But not because I'm not hungry.
You won't find me at the street parade,
But not because I'm not festive.

I'll be by myself sitting on the rocks,
In the shadow of a great waterfall,
Watching the mists dance between the trees.
If you know I'm there...

Just leave me be and let me roam,
I'm in my zone, my place alone.

You won't find me in a crowded house,
But not because I don't appreciate family.
You won't find me at the football game,
But not because I don't like sports.

I'll be by myself hiking through the mountains,
Staring in awe at the massive peaks before me,
Greater than any show man could ever conceive.
If you know I'm there...

Just leave me be and let me roam,
I'm in my zone, my place alone.

You won't see me at the protests,
But not because I don't support the cause.
You won't find me at the New Year's bash,
But not because I have no hope for the future.

I'll be by myself in a rustic wood cabin
Somewhere in the rolling hills of Appalachia.
With a fire and a good book to keep me company.
If you know I'm there...

Just leave me be and let me roam,
I'm in my zone, my place alone.

Left eye,
Right eye,
How's your vision?
Clear or fraught
with indecision?

Follow the light,
and ignore your  
your dread.
But be careful not
to move your head.

You must endure
these tests
a plenty,
If you hope to earn
that twenty / twenty.

It always grows foreboding,
When the sun dips below the clouds.
You can hear the fury of the people
You can feel it in the crowds.

You’d like to think it will be okay,
But you know deep down inside.
That beneath the cloak of darkness
Is where the monsters always hide.

The streets are full of trouble,
In a nation gripped by fear.
A match is lit, a bomb goes off
The riot squad is here.

In a chaotic sea of tear gas,
And Molotov soaked rags.
The crackdown, fast and vicious.
And dissenters? Bound and gagged.

You can quote the Constitution,
You can be an expert on the law,
But it doesn’t matter in the war zone,
When a nation is torn raw.

It doesn’t matter where you come from,
Could be both sides of the tracks.
But you may not live to see tomorrow
If you happen to be black.

They don’t care about your money,
They don’t care what prominence you bring,
They don’t care about your family,
They only care about one thing.

We used to think the Stars and Stripes,
Meant the land of the free and brave.
But in fact it’s where injustice,
Fills too many shallow graves.

There’s an unnerving lack of safety,
As we watch our cities burn.
What America will greet us,
By the time the sun returns?

Why do we weep? Why do we cry?
Do we not love until we die?

That promise kept, the night we wept.
lonely hours I never slept.

There are dreams...so it seems.
Aching pain...can't explain.

Panicked cries sweep all around
and then I woke up to the sound

Of the blissful ones, out in the sun,
burning bright 'til the work is done.

On they toil, in the scorching soil,
with skin that breaks and blood that boils.

Go, hold the staff on my behalf,
perhaps it will become my epitaph.

I see it on the stone: "He came alone
did what he must, then I called him home."

It's not my night, it's not my fight.
It's not my job to make it right.

The hammer falls when duty calls
And in the ashes, freedom stalls.

No more rains, no more pains,
Its really nothing I can explain.

And that's all for me,
that's all for me,

that's all, you see.

I did so much for you.

So many things.

So many wonderful, painful things.

I walked the long walks.

I traveled the ragged roads.

I climbed the icy mountains

and I went over the mighty cliffs.

Now I am left with practically nothing.

Save for my own shattered spirit.

I think what bothers me the most.

Is how gradually you took it from me.

Day by day.

Hour by hour.

Minute by minute.

You kept chipping away.

More.

and more.

and more.

Until there was so little left of me I could barely stand.

You threw me into the wilderness.

And left me to drift in the storms.

You probably thought I would die quickly.

But I am still out here. Cold, empty, waiting.

Waiting for the moment when you find yourself in this wilderness.

And it is here, in the loneliness with me,

that your final judgment

will be cast upon you.

And I will be the one

to drop the hammer.

What was will be.

What is will be no more.

And then finally, the storms will consume us both.

Forever.

You lost me at "I love you",
and that seems so very strange
You lost everything you could have had,
The day you made that change.

You lost me at "I love you",
and I'd already bought the flowers,
Thinking of your pretty smile,
for what seemed hours upon hours.

You lost me at "I love you",
What a fateful night it was.
When I learned of hollow heartbreak,
and the awful things it does.

I saw you with the other man,
and was hurt to great degree.
You lost me at "I love you",
Because it wasn't said to me.

I remember well, the sunny days.
Dancing in the square.
The music, all the smells and sounds,
and you right with me there.

I remember when they came and said,
"The evil days have passed.
Now, we mark a new beginning,
A hope for peace at last."

There was much feasting on that very eve,
and an endless sea of smiles.
Yet somehow we failed to see demons,
that had been lurking all the while.

Suddenly, our freedom yanked,
like a blanket off the bed.
In its place an endless night,
and a wave of pain instead.

Now, I'm in the deepest place.
Cold and hungry, all alone.
Set free inside this prison,
That I get to call my own.

The fury of this world
has wounded my spirit
and shorn my brilliant feathers.

I have spent many nights,
on this rocky precipice.
Waiting for my worn body to heal.

"Soon you will fly again"
you tell me.
"Soon you will be free once more!"

The hollowness of your words,
makes your ignorance of me evident.
Your encouragement is misplaced.

For you see,
I'm not sure I want to go back up there.
The dark clouds look more foreboding than ever...

Maybe I just want to fly
to the darkest place I can find.
And stay there for all eternity.

The stars are beautiful.
Twinkling across the great night sky.
A warm and gentle breeze fills the air,
Insects chirp in the distance.

The moonlight dances along the grass.
Dogs howl nearby.
A lightning bug rests silently
against a giant leaf.

It's a rather lovely night.
But I don't enjoy any of it.
Because it's 3 A.M.
and my eyes are wide open.

When I'd rather be asleep.

I don't have to work in the fields no more,
or listen to the garbage they say.
There's no need to pick the springtime crops,
my Master's gone away.

There won't be no more whuppings,
There won't be no more pain.
And maybe not too long from now,
I'll feel human again.

There won't be any screaming,
There won't be any blood.
I won't ever again be stuck out here,
picking cotton in the mud.

I won't live in a pig sty,
I won't be caked in dirt,
And maybe someday I'll get to wear
a freshly ironed shirt.

There won't be metal shackles,
There won't be bruising chains.
Now I'm not condemned to live
beneath the tyrants reign.

I could go find a woman,
a lovely darling wife.
I can do now like the free man does.
I've been handed back my life.

I won't be his dog no more,
his rodent in the ditch.
If that's what money do to a heart,
then don't let me be rich.

I suppose you could call me lucky,
I thought I'd never make it.
Now the blessins come my way,
and by god, I'm gonna take it!

I'm leaving these old fields behind,
I'm done with work today.
There's a new road out there for me now,
My Master's gone away.

People panicking.
Masks on faces everywhere.
Toilet paper gone.

I know you.

I know your every thought.

I know your every fear.

And your every dream.

You accuse me of not caring,

But I've been watching.

I've been waiting.

I've been learning.

You just don't know it yet.

So save your angry words,

Save your frustration,

and save your anguish.

Because I  know you.

And when the time is right,

You'll know too.

I only wanted an hour.
That's all you ever had to give.
The other twenty three were yours,
To live the life you did.

I only wanted an hour,
but you always had other plans.
You never wanted to sit with me,
You never yearned to understand.

I only wanted an hour,
It's really not that much to ask.
Just sixty minutes of the real deal,
but you wouldn't drop the mask.

I only wanted an hour,
Even on that final day.
Until the end, you still refused,
and just let me fade way.

In the great hall of shadows,
I found myself
Viciously face to face
With my worst fears.

It was as dreadful
and beautiful
as I thought it would be.

I woke up all alone in the morning,
with an empty spot on the bed.
Your car was not in the driveway,
a thousand thoughts entered my head.

I found none of your clothes in the closet,
and none of your shoes on the floor.
The fridge was almost cleaned out,
an empty hat rack sat near the door.

The TV is in the main room as always,
but the Playstation 4 is MIA.
I never thought I'd end up in this moment.
I never thought it'd happen this way.

There's nothing but a wall, cold and barren
where all your sports stuff used to be.
This hallway is desolate and sterile,
only filled with the pieces of me.

Broken, I went back to the bedroom,
and I sat in a corner to weep.
The tears came down like a rain storm,
and I wished that I was still sound asleep.

Enveloped in a cloud of smoke,
The fury of the growing fire
lashes at my skin.
Sweat pours down my face.
My breathing becomes labored.

The roar of the fire pierces my ears.
The pain settles in.

Yet somehow, I like it.

I felt the sharp sting in my back.
I felt the surge of pain up my spine.
I felt my knees buckle to the ground.
I felt the blood drip from the wound.
I felt the tears roll down my eyes.

And when I saw that
you of all people
were the one holding the whip...

I felt the shattering of my heart.

Judge.
Jury.
Sound.
Fury.

Violence.
Crime.
Danger.
Time.

People­s
Court.
Last
Resort.

Verdict.
Sentence.
Cold
Repentance.

Lawye­rs.
Police.
War
and Peace.

Guilty.
Missed them.
Broken
System.

*** Da Da Dum
Load up all those guns boys,
the enemy is coming.

*** Da Da Dum
We'll mow 'em down now one by one,
send those ******* running.

*** Da Da Dum
March day or night in rain or calm,
through the grass and mud.

*** Da Da Dum
Smoke them out wherever they are,
make the streets run red with blood.

*** Da Da Dum
We stand outnumbered two to one,
but we won't give up the zone.

*** Da Da Dum
We knew when we signed up for this,
we probably wouldn't make it home.

I thought it would fail,
because I just wasn't slick.
But I trained and I practiced,
and I learned all the tricks.

Then on March 31st,
I dressed in a black suit.
Topped it off with white gloves,
then went in search of my loot.

I was laughing and smiling,
gotta keep up the disguise.
Or you'll never succeed
when you're pedaling lies.

They fell right into my trap,
bought every last word.
The lines between truths
are now perfectly blurred.

I've got every one of them,
in the palm of my hand.
Simple props in my stage show,
and support for my brand.

When it's all over, I'll leave
in the smoothest of ways.
And you won't believe
what I've got planned for May.

Why do I weep in the sunshine,
but dance in the rain?

Why do I search in the depths,
instead of climbing the mountain?

Why do I wonder what it's like to burn,
instead of escaping the fire?

Why does calmness scare me,
yet fear comforts me?

Why am I more fascinated by death,
than the mysteries of life?

I am broken.
I am neglected.

All the good parts of me
slowly rust away
and vanish into dust.

The beauty that once was
is no more.
This world I wanted to make better,
has destroyed me before I could.

The beast awakens from the murky depths.
Thrashing about in the bowels of the sea.
Blue calmness turns violent,
As the erupting rage bubbles to the surface.
Soon, it can no longer be contained.
A merciless tidal wave
is heading for your shore.

And I cannot be held responsible
for what follows.

What are we all really?
Except for echoes of our dreams
floating in a magical sea.
Surely as the sun sets each day
I'll be there on the shore
Waiting for your ship to come in
And then we'll dance together.

There so many things I had to say
That I never told you.
But maybe I didn't need to.
Maybe, in some distant, soulful way
You already knew.
And You already loved me for it.

What does it mean to be human?
What does it mean to be alive?
Maybe tonight's not the night
for questions or vague ponderances.
Maybe tonight is just for you and me,
Together, embraced under the twilight.

Do you remember what was in the air
that night we dreamt in Winnipeg?
The north so carefully veils her secrets,
We'll unlock them one by one.
Not today, not tomorrow, but right here in this moment.
We are the fragrance on the ice.

When the temperate moment is over,
I'll be taken away up the river.
To find my own blessed place.
Where vibrant wilderness calls out to me
sets my northern heart on fire
and wait for the day you come to me again.

I couldn't pay the rent,
I couldn't save a cent,
I couldn't put a dent,
in my loans.

The paint on the walls is peeling,
The water's leaking through my ceiling,
The family and the pets are reeling,
here at home.

I don't enjoy my time at work.
I don't like my boss much, he's a ****.
I don't like to sit here, being irked,
As it may go.

I'm dealing with these ills,
A society that kills.
Will I ever make these bills?
I just don't know.

Our bags are packed and we're ready,
But the buses have already gone
There's no gas left in the gas tank.
And no aeroplane to fly on.

We just missed the last of the boat trips,
and it's been awhile since we've seen a truck.
The helicopters don't come 'til later,
so it appears that for now we are stuck.

There isn't much point now in walking,
or taking a chance on a bike.
No, there's nothing to do except wait here,
Until the big storm brings its strike.

So we'll go and board up the windows,
tie down what we can with some rope.
Then we'll wait in the deep of the shadows,
And quietly hope against hope.

We pray that the wind keeps its distance,
and we don't wash away in a flood.
The Lord is our constant protector,
but fear is awake in our blood.

We got a few extra provisions,
and some mighty strong shoulders or two.
Will that though make much a difference
As we see what's about to come through?

We're supposed to be miles away now,
This was never part of the plan.
We're on the highest ground we can be on,
And here's where we'll make our stand.

My dear, how I wish it were different,
Had we been some of those who got out.
Now there's a chance to see up close,
What the fury of nature's about.

So hunker down and stay close to me,
We don't have to face this alone.
And by god, when this thing is over,
I hope that we still have a home.

Let it be said I was faithful,
and I gave it my very best.
Let my old heart still be beating,
When the storm clouds move to the west.

There's a bit of a breeze in the distance,
The biggest ones never come late.
There's nothing more that we can do now,
Except just to sit and to wait.

Shadows, shadows,
Be my comfort.
Wrap me in
This lonely sleep.
In the coolness of your silence,
In the ocean of your deep.

Shadows, shadows,
I stay weeping,
For that place I cannot go.
And in the night,
I'm gently keeping,
Hold of what, I cannot know.

You're killing me today,
like you've killed me every day,
and you've lost your only sway,
'cause the truth is on display.

I wish that I could fly away instead,
and not lie restless in this bed.

You're killing me today,
like you've killed me every day.
And that's how things are going to stay,
in this storm of disarray.

I wish I could fly away instead,
and not fight these voices in my head.

But you're killing me today,
like you've killed me every day.
Pull the trigger, claim your prey,
and leave me to my sweet decay.

It seems the vows we made
mean different things to you than to me.

I thought you the one.
I thought you'd treat me better.

My scars say otherwise.

All of this pain. All of this madness.

What did I do to deserve it?

The answer, it appears, is nothing.

It was merely your overwhelming desire
to control every part of me.

I don't doubt for an instant
that you would have denied me the benefit of breathing

were it in your power to seal my lungs...

I don't know where to go,
I don't know where to go,
I'm running out of road,
I'm running out of road.

But I gotta keep going,
I gotta keep going,
Through the mountains,
Through the trees,
Through the rivers,
Through the seas.

The pavement's at its end,
The pavement's at its end,
What comes next?
What comes next?

I got to keep searching,
Just got to keep searching,
Through places high,
Places low,
Through the desert
Through the snow.

You call me rebellious.
Unstable. Unpredictable.

But I'm not lashing out over the irrational.

I am lashing out to resist
any attempt
to confine my spirit
and its infinite beauty
from the world surrounding it.

These bones are weak.

What of my powers now?

I was once the king of the world.

Now I am mere dust

on the outskirts of the castle.

Left to ponder my many failures

as I await the western winds

that will ******* into nothingness.

A year ago today
We met for the last time.
I could sense what lay deeper.
I knew there were struggles
that you were concealing.

I wanted to pry it out of you,
but I had somewhere else to be.
And before we chanced to meet again,
You were gone...

So now here, I am.
Lost and lonely.
Wishing I could see you
for just a few minutes.

So you could know
how sorry I am
for never telling you
what you really meant to me.

Silver bus, roaring through the city.
There's an army of lonely people
wandering around the sidewalks.
Angry horns fill the distance.

A taco vendor on the corner
is screaming like there's no tomorrow.
The poor woman with the dog near him,
doesn't know what to make of it.

Down by the courthouse
the protesters are at it again.
Cops man the barricades nearby.
Just another day in the big city.

And there, in the madness,
a young boy looks around bewildered.
As if to remind all of us
That we are letting go of what matters.

Don't ignore the small things,
No matter what the fall brings.
Don't ignore the small things,
Some are bigger than all things.

A manic driver plows through a puddle
soaking an old man on a bench.
In the park a college grad shrugs his shoulders
as the girl he was with walks away.

Ambulances and police cars
go ripping past the skyscrapers,
The fights are raging again,
Just beyond the tourist traps.

On a street corner a haggard man,
screams out of a bullhorn.
Are there any souls left here
for God to save today?

And the well dressed businessmen
are all smiles as they leave work.
But not even their money and power
is enough to repair the cracked roads.

Don't ignore the small things,
No matter what the fall brings.
Don't ignore the small things,
Some are bigger than all things.

She was beautiful.
She was smart.
She was mine.

But somehow, I let it slip away
before my eyes.

So instead of being the man
I wanted to be.

I'm sitting here in a ***** tonk bar,
drowning my misery,
to the sounds of Jason Aldean.

The Army's taking over,
The Army's taking over,
better run,
avoid the guns.

The streets are full of chaos,
The streets are full of chaos,
all around,
blood on the ground.

The government is falling,
The government is falling,
but that's the goal,
there's no control.

In the village there's a riot,
In the village there's a riot.
Trouble ahead,
more fear and dread.

The shops and homes are burning,
The shops and homes are burning.
Political games,
will fan the flames.

The new President is speaking,
The new President is speaking.
Different time,
Same lies and crimes.

There are voices, voices in my head,
When all I want is calm instead,
To be free from fear and cold and dread,
So I can find the rest that waits ahead.

There are voices, voices in my mind,
but I know not what they seek to find.
They just fight and tear and rip and grind,
and leave the real me behind.

There are voices, voices in my heart,
And this is what they now impart:
"In beauty, drama, dance and art,
that is where the healing starts."

On that day I remember,
In the winds of September
how we danced along the river.

Below the multicolor trees,
The cool of the breeze,
brought about just a hint of a shiver.

The daylight grows shorter,
get the harvest in order
we'll prepare the table for a feast.

We'll rejoice into the night
by the moons reddish light.
and the last echo of summer? Released.

I feel the fire against my skin,
the embers dance against the ashes.
Brilliant pyres of light stream down,
In eruptive, blazing flashes.

The heat wraps me up, so intense,
in the middle of this furnace.
I feel a strong and primal fury,
thrashing at my epidermis.

You may call me an unstable fool,
but there are secrets I have learned.
That's why I'm here, amidst the flames,
with no fear of being burned.

What do you do when there
are no more days
and the planet burns up,
from eternitys blaze?

What do you do when when there
are no more years
and the stasrscape wraps you
in a blanket of tears?

What do you do when the
still of the clock
brings the tale to a close
and the door becomes locked?

What do you do when the
moment, so terse
highlights the finale
of the whole universe?

If only I could turn back the clock
just a little bit
to see your smiling face again
to remember what I've forgotten
to know you still love me
no matter what...

..It would all be worth it.

I'm standing in the pouring rain,
praying it will cleanse this pain,
and bring my heart a bit closer to you.
More than distant memories,
like a raging wind or a roaring breeze,
For the days we had I will sing 'Hallelujah'

It's lonely in the room tonight,
but you're still here, my guiding light,
thriving in my heart and in my soul.
Nothing can replace your love,
now forever in the great above,
safe under the Lord's care and control.

Smiling, I think of your gentle touch,
Right now I want it oh so much,
Special life of yours, fragile and so brief.
Oh how I miss you, my heart it breaks,
my spirit weeps, my body quakes,
there's no shortcut when dealing with the grief.

So I'm standing here, it seems, to say
to the One who gives and takes away,
Wondering why this you chose to do.
Your plan is perfect, Your ways are sure,
Your love is endless, Your heart is pure,
so forever I will praise you. 'Hallelujah'

Kids at school.
Dogs fed.
House clean.
Groceries purchased.
Car washed.
Desk organized.
Body healthy.

So why am I so scared?

You fought so long.
Gave it every ounce you had.
The war is not over.
But your time on the front lines
has reached a noble end.
As you go, do not worry about the battle.

We'll take the flame.
We'll take the pain.
We'll march through rain.
We'll stake our claim.

We know how much
You'd still love to be out there.
We know how proud
to wear the colors you were.
Now, let us wield the weapon
and honor the road you traveled.

We'll take the flame.
We'll fight the strain.
We'll break the chains.
We'll stake our claim.

Rest, mighty warrior.
Rest, great soldier.
Rest.

We'll take the flame.

It was vicious.
It was brutal.
It was merciless.

We saw the blood.
We heard the screams.
We looked into your eyes.

Everyone knows you did it.

Yet somehow I am the one
who is made to take the bullet.

However wrong his words may be,
the Judge has spoken.

All I have left is the growing darkness.