I have lived several lives, all separate from thee
My feet touch the clouds, my body is free
But this life means naught without you by my side
Without you everything is dark and I wish to hide
To hide in the woods, among the animals that call
That call to the darkness that consumes us all
For life is an illusion that holds us tight
Next to the reaper that comes in the night
The world will go on without you and I
The winds shall still howl and the birds shall still fly
This earth is peaceful, my darling, my dear
But it must come to to an end, like all things queer.

My friend lies fallen
Cold and dead
On the ground beside me

My cousin dies
Before my eyes
A bullet put through his head

Now only I stand
Alone in these barren fields
And I wonder, is it worth the pain?
Is it worth the fight?
Is it worth staying up all night,
Worrying about what is to come
Dreading the sight of a rising sun?

Now I see
The enemy comes
Ready to finish me off.
I grasp my gun
Then fire and run
Hoping when there is no hope left

That I may survive
Against all odds
That I may strive
For a better cause
Then this blasted thing called warfare.

Happiness is naught but an illusion
One may grasp at it, but never hold it.

Life is merely a path.
One may follow it, but never stray from it’s desired course.

Time is a river, seeming to flow onward forever.
‘Till it ends at the ocean.

Try to escape death as we may, it will always catch up to us.
And then it shall hold thou in it’s cold yet warm hands.