Took up reading poetry for a shortened spell - need I ever do more
To learn that which I dare not tell others among the harden earthen swell.
Achievements by the Ner do well - the fruit of labors of others sweated brow.
The pain and grief of countless lonely people with smells of war that scatter.

On bended knee with him he prayed - remove from my soul these horrid matters
The blemishes of the world at large - when in the innocence of my youthful state
I marched, soon seasoned to take upon the duties of hundreds that had fallen.
Now I stand at the Golden gate, shattered, humbled, hopeful - with you to gather.