As I look back at the paths I walk Reminiscing, lost in thought.
over the tragedies I've lost, and wars the wars I've fought.
The battle wounds, and the scars it brought,
equals hard lessons better felt that taught.
Everything happens for a reason; a certain way I walk.
Keep your head up, midday as well a during dark.
Moments, your only opponent is yourself.
You can either believe it of disown it, the truth is the final component. It make sense don't it?