Lost, hopeless, ready to surrender. The final seconds. The day when you come to the overlooking balcony to raise that small piece of cloth that is isolated and alone, colorless and blank. When you stand before then and take your final breathes as an individual ready to lose the game completely, to protect others, and to save them from the pain and hurt you are about to absorb. The sacrifice and bravery no one will ever know. Your name, never to be remembered again. You wonder if someday you will be famous for your novel action, or if you will just be another character in your grandfathers bedtime story. You are shaken back I the present and remember why you are standing here. You take your next step forward. All you hear is nothing but silence and your own heat beating faster and faster as the seconds on the clock tick by. You hear the sound if your shoes scraping against the tiny rocks under your feet, you finally trench the balcony, cloth still in hand, about to stand for what you believe in. With all eyes on you, you slowly raise that soulless cloth into the air. With eyes closed and God by your side, it all ends.