When you squeeze the trigger does your gun decide fire? No. It is a weapon, follows its handlers will.

Your by my side when I'm falling down, in my heart when were apart, on my lips for that gentle kiss, always loving every flaw

Through the war, pain and death, one thing is obvious. Love. Though theres hate at every turn, there is always love. Somewhere in this world. Never forget it.

The daughters of life carrying the son of death, through the sea of loving mourners towards the world beyond.

War is not the answer, just leaves more questions.

I pray as tihs blade passes over my skin, i pray for the strength to press it down.

Even a little bit of light in the darkest room still helps make everything seem brighter.

Stand alone in a crowd of people,
Drowning in a sea of air,
Buring in a fire of ice,
Living a life of death.

Cut me open watch me bleed,
Feel the darkness just like me,
Cut to feel, cut to heal,
Make realality seem less real.

I wear i smile to hide the pain, i wear long sleves to cover the truth and i wear the world upon my shoulders, its my burden and mine alone.