It's 1956 and it's dark outside, mist draping over darkened skies.
You scatter the streets of a once known town, wrapped in a dirty disguise.
Muscles torn and a heart ripped in two, your future not more than today.
Depression your friend and despair your companion, you live each day in dismay.
Armageddon a myth that you thought just tales, a reality you face each minute of your life.
Survival your president, fresh water your prayer, cold nights your dearest wife.
Strength deep within your soul finds a warrior long dead and foul.
To sleep is a blessing, a reminder of life, till you hear the call of the owl.
Open your eyes and taste this war, this day you've envisioned in your dreams.
Be wary of the tangible, don't believe what you see, nothing is exactly what it seems.
A sword pulled in despair is all that you know and the taste of blood that washes your teeth.
Feeders of hope, dreams and desires are present to crush your beliefs.
And sometimes alone you hear the Voice, callings of a better day.
Your partner in light, your warrior of life is waiting to hear you say.
A bond made up of love and passion, stronger than Armageddon and wars.
I'll wait for you forever, my fighter and resort, I'll wait regardless of my scars.
