Destitution drops his head.
life without the living dead.
The sleeping leaves whither dry,
all that death can do is cry.

perhaps I use these words too often,
but life is not one to soften.
The world’s evil begins to laugh
and all I do is smile back.

I know my purpose and my strength;
I know why God did create
life and love and modest things
and why the world had to change.

Do not fear the nameless world
I am here, a secret hero.
Glimpse of gold among the ashes,
a healer against the gashes.

The wicked war never stops
We try to win the world’s lost.
elapsed in dark and long for lives
who sees death’s teary eyes?