There is still so much hate, he has under control
Not for himself just for friends he had to let go
He’s not too old, but his eyes lived many times.
Most of them alone, they are black the shine gone.
His body wears many scars, compared to his heart it’s none.
He is overstressed, overworked the fun is long gone
The blood of his friends is on his hands
So he cries every night to bed
His eyes cry yet shed no tears
Even though his heart weeps
He still carries his fears.
Part VII of the War saga (last part. 20/07/2003)