All I gave was not enough, all I had did not measure up. Things fell through as they always do, all my plans they did not come true. When these things happen, I have come to know they leave deep wounds that fester and grow. I have faught my demons, and lost it all... even the mening in my fall. All thats left is a place to die, perhaps that will make it right. In this act i hope not to falter, and pray not be made a marter... for all shall know that nothing noble was in this, no hope for peace or for justice, Just a wish, that all of this will ceace to exist. Nothing more nothing less just a place to find my rest.