As the sun raise from the east
the shattering sound of once called vision,
begin to fall apart.

I am your pride and joy you say,
like a new born baby to a mother.
Before you, the sun, the earth was my food,
the ever moving wind as my guide.
You found me and made me yours

Through fun and games you say,
I will make you smile
Through haunting you say
I will feed the nation
At war you say
I'll be the fear of your enemies.

Thanks is due to you but, I warn you,
depending will be your down fall.
For I am and will be your broken arrow