• We are all books with thousands of pages
    And withen each page lies an unreparible truth
    We cant remember what it is
    For even if we did we would deny it to the very end
    What you see as right and wrong
    Is simply you'r opinion
    Their is no right or wrong
    Onley the actions in the persons own eyes
    They are but mere illusions made to satisfy the creators own mind
    They see many men and women die by their own hands
    But it isnt wrong to them till one of their own dies
    Light and dark will always fight
    Untill the shadows step in
    We are the only ones who see the world the way it truley is
    We broke through those illusions
    All thats left
    Is to strike
    We hold the key to peace
    But we also know once we strike we must put ourselves away at the end
    For we cant win but we cant lose
    At the end we would be to much of what we wanted to change
    So we would put the fate of the world in the younger genaration that we were so much alike when we were that age