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^ written to this song
I wonder in the forest grove, the slopes of the tiny hills curve around me.
the trees and their leafs whistle by my head, i feel dead yet alive.
maybe it would not matter if i died in the dimmed light of the sun set.
the leafs have begun their ancestral duty and have changed color.
they die as they fall onto the ground, they sweep by my feet.
in a way my soul weeps for the fallen leaves.
for each reminds me of my own loss...
in the end i wonder if i could i have saved them.
the dim lighting grows more and more dull.
the winds begin to squal i arrive in the night.
the light has died and in the end no one came to save me.
my sword in tis hand, the book in the other.
it's only me... it's only up to me.
tonight it's my time to be one who fights
not to take anymore spite.
yet as i stand there the cold winds of snowing season begin to flow.
i am cold, my heart hath been taken away... and crushed...
how love can be a cruel mistress, how fate is cold to the worthy and giving to the unjust.
there is no fate... there is not a thread that connect us.
for tonight.... i sever my bonds with everyone.
tonight i will either die... and be forgotten
or live and be remembred.
as the first to defeat the evil inside.
we are just animals after all.... we can only be dealt so much..
before we howl and squall taking it all back or die in the raging winds.