This road that we'll walk,

                                        so barren and cold,

                            will have no life sprouting along it.

           It's whimpers shall be faint, yet it's cracks will run deep;

                            so skewed with no hope along it.

       The start of this journey, this tactical task, will test our soul's commitment.                                                              Alas,

                Those storm clouds ahead shan't break the inner thunder,

                                             which in us, will it be invested.

No bruises or scars shall pass among us without having a set cause.

No door shall be opened for us, nevertheless it has been written before us.

               Our weapons of war will be arched one against another.

                                Indeed, we may lose ourselves.

Yet, Hope, born along with Fear is the elder brother.

So Lose not your faith.

Cry not into the depths of loss.

                     We were destined to overcome their plunder.

                                                  -end-                                                                Melanie