Does not death bring that release
From anguish from the despair of
Of dying for in life was it not always
The same that constant denying that
Things could ever be the same that
Loss of peace which your eyes and
Persona became after each and every
Battle
Did I not love you enough for you to
Care was I not able to show you how
It was I did care for the children of this
World but yet you pursued me as if I
Did deserve the hatred in your eyes
Come quickly now say your goodbyes
For the morrow it will be your turn