Reed before the wind lives on,
while mighty oaks do fall,
life crisis beat you hollow!
you came back wading through the dead night
but never...never the same!
bathed in a compound of blood and sweat,
pants teared up and your crass boots were wet
you've been fighting hard to unfold sealed reality
you've been fighting to reveal old truth layers
you were a good warrior and got knocked down,
you rose after we squashed peices of ice in your chest
sadly you rose to watch the battle end...
but if the love we have for one another was at all true love,
the world would have been at peace
maybe you could have never gone to battle.