Lost in these months of memories of times we've had with you. All the while we've been told that time heals all wounds. Time is cruel like a punishment it stings, It seems like its been eons since I've been with you since I've heard your voice sing.  But while every night I dream your spirit appears so bright, and with that smile so luminescent that shatters all the darkness in sight. Every night I sit with you and every night I pray to find some peace and comfort in the coming day. Only to awaken from something that could only be a dream to carry out my life in the shadow of your wings.

The feeling so overwhelming our hearts jump for the cause, to stand up and fight no matter the cost. As our hearts open up to shelter our loved ones from the shadows of the lost. We take the shadowed blows with our bodies as the cost, beaten we must rise again to save our loved ones from those who would sin. If we do not they may fall to these sins, some to return others to never be seen again. Only when they cleanse themselves, will they return to see us once again. For we as the protectors and we'll fight for what we've lost. We are young men and we will battle no matter the cost. We will fight until our eyes meet again. For we are young men and we will fight for our loved ones and protect them from sin. For those who don't remember, I pray you'll find truth. To join me on this battle to those we hold true. For this battle cannot be won solely with steel, we need minds and wits to aid and appeal. My weapon is my words it's how I cast my light, to shatter the darkness so they gleam in the light. I see our strong nation with darkness in sight. We need our protectors to stand in the light, to protect our loved ones from the dark days in view. So that we will be able to look at them and they see us to.

Emotions heavy on the mind of this warrior tonight.though he will try to sleep he will not rest tonight. The battle of yesterday on his mind. Recounting the actions recalling the slain, seeing his pain a tear from his dear lay on his shoulder in vain. For the warrior so strong by day had crumbled at night. All the feats he had obtained they all seemed to be in vain. While they lay there she whispered, why must you cry, why do you hurt, why do you never fall asleep is it I? Am I the reason you cry? Am I the reason you hurt? Can you not see that when you hurt it hurts me? The warrior looking up at what seemed to be the sky, looking right through her and her deep blue eyes. It is not you although your actions be in vain. The tears you stream like mine they to are the same. You cry for understanding while I cry because I know. You want to know why the tears run down my face it's because I fight. No one should be forced to take another mans life. I cry for the time I will not return home, for when this warrior will walk alone. Holding her he says this again. Now sleep my sweet, don't fret on the worries of my night. By daybreak everything will be alright. Just listen and trust me and the warrior bid her goodnight.

Tell me child what's the matter why don't you ever smile. Every-time I see you your face is hidden Beneath that frown. Has someone hurt you? Or Can't you see? What is it boy c'mon you can tell me. I'll keep it a secret pinky promise I swear! His eyes told the tale for his voice was made to fail. With his hand on my shoulder he expressed his thoughts. Sorrow, pain, and judgement, but most of all loss. I couldn't understand it this child whom I thought what just a little tot. He knew so much more then I ever could see, his blue eyes they looked as if they where in a dream. No words yet uttered his story still streamed. This boy had no family he was all his own, he had never found that one place to call his true home. As I welled up inside this small boy began to cry. His tears warm to my finger I could see inside like a picture. The small boy he had only one friend, but fate had not abide to the small boys cries as he watched his friend die, even though he tried he could not revive his friend he felt he let him die. Broken as he fell before the large metal door that protected our cell. All these years, these years that he lied and said he was alright fell before me like stars in the night sky. This young lad had, had it so rough I could not imagine another to survive through this kind of stuff. Collapsed on the floor just like in the days of the bullies he abhorred curled holding his head. Never ending it seemed his downfalls they gleamed. But I soon hit the floor for the last of his horrors had hit a spot so sweet. He had watched them die from the shelter they had shown. His parents they cried as they knew he would survive to be haunted alone. I could not stop I cried and I cried for I had finally seen. That this was no boy image or thought. but a vision of myself replayed throughout my dreams.