This world has brought many people down to tears.

I cannot begin to count the endless nights of sorrows.

The tears shed leaving a path of reflection only to be seen as a weakness in ones eyes.

The pathways now blocked from the souls endless cries.

Wasting away in ones efortless sighs.

Widning down and wearing thin the breaths of one last solider.

They hold on to the wraps, defeating the words of anguish.

Slashes of anger bearing rage.

Endless times has he tried to break free.

Battered back into the depths of unkown.

Eyes seeing the crimes of ones motions.

Minds believing one shall overcome the precedent.

Tears of sorrow fill the world but people refuse to see.

Refuse to be taken hostage by the stromy weathers aloft.

Clouds soaring across the empty sky.

The solider down to his knees.

Taking his last painless breaths.

Looking up at the heavens he sighs.

His duty now done and his heart left unbroken.

For he knows no endless fights in life.

A raindrop comes down on his face.

Emotionless he lies and closes his eyes.

For the heavens have now opened for another reason.

The screams now stop and the barricade falls.

Pathways become clear and visionless sights restored.

For he was the hero that made light once more strong.

His heart beating no more.

His soul living on in the skies above.

Arms can now become open and contact fearded less.

Conflict laid down and peace all around.

In the Arms of a loved one i fall.

 

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