Words written in scrambled lines
lines filled with words
words that determined my fate
fate of my grade.

A war that began 13 weeks ago
with hope and nothing but hope
we hoped the river to cross bore a smile not cross
there is nothing false about hope right?

Words written in scrambled lines
lines hidden by the brownish red of the cover
lines hidden in between words
lines that tested my faith and won.

Here comes he, the man with the golden pen
searching for lines, scrambled lines
lines hidden beyond human sight
but he, he that bore the golden pen
was not human.

A war that began 13 weeks ago
just ended for he, he whose line was found
with lines scrambled beyond recognition
lines filled with words
words that sealed his fate.

The man with the golden pen walked towards me
my mind beat, my heart went blank
he yielded in his hands power to write lines
scrambled lines that could end this war
the war that began 13 weeks ago.

My lines found, my fate sealed
but the truth still sets free
"Sir i wrote these lines"
truly the truth still sets free
free from the end of the war.

How can a man wish for his war to not end
but wait to the last minute, when it comes to a dead-end
they said only the dead have seen the end of war
well, i have seen the end of war
the question is
will i live again?