This heart of mine is weary, this heart of mine is true.
This world; itís great in theory, but our morality and reason; itís gone askew.
Dark and darker times are soaring. My patience; itís steady, but itís being pressed.
The skies, the streets, theyíre roaring. Stand with me, are you ready? This is War, these scars can attest.
These selfless souls; they rest in chaos. This life of mine; itís fortune told. Nothing more then a disaster.
I stumble through these somber streets, now a past potential for an oasis. My eyes settle on this reality; the mistakes, the road less traveled, this is what Iíve come to master.
To the Gods from which we all find reason; please stand steady, please forgive whatís still unseen.
To the Gods from which we all seek haven; see the sacrifice, forgive the treason.
To the Gods who carry them across the seas; please shield them from the tears, save them from their screams.