Green Mist of Light

In the darkness, where tears of silence fall, A heart of confusion searches for meaning. Existence is pointless without purpose. A purpose does not exist once a soul looses recognition. I know who I am… I am a defender, A warrior ready to give my dying breath for a complete stranger. I know who I am… But knowledge is nothing when you act through memory past. I know who I am and I help so many, but is it real? Do my actions really show my purpose? Why do I ask such questions? Simple… My soul can no longer see itself. In the darkness, where I have cried many tears I found it. In the green mist something happened… Something I’ll never forget. When I looked into the beautiful mist, my soul saw itself. I don’t understand how it happened, but there it did. In the dark, deep within the mist… I found myself.