Hear my plea for the wounded

Here is my reason,
here is my faith,
this is what I believe
I will take it to my grave.

We shall not perish as individuals, but unite as one. Together, we'll fall down and together we'll rise again. From top to bottom as we set the sail on fire, I'm ready for the beginning of the end. I've prepared myself for this malicious journey. Over the hills, through the darkened forrest, through the cuts and bruises; emotionally and physically, from the let downs and all, my goal remains the same: "Keep your sanity, find your happiness, trust life"

But like a man in war, their are hard times that never seem to end until the final battle has been won. Crawling on the ground, trying to make my way into the trenches, trying to find my safety, I miss my mark and get shot; stumbling a few more yards until I reach the trenches. I stumble into, out of harms way. I lay their, withering away to nothing, as the blood drips from my wound and onto my gun. Like a soldier on the battleground moments away from his death, I say "I surrender!"

The clouds slowly fade, the night falls black and I softly speak the words as so, before my last breath hits me "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, and If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take" All became silent now as my body lain in the trenches.



And on my grave it will say,

"Here was my reason,
here was my faith,
this is what I believed
I took it to my grave"