More precisely to the goal - MarkES
I fire, tearing myself apart, And piece by piece, with words, I recharge. Louder and louder, "Lord, forgive my heart," "Guide my aim, make this shot more large." When everything was staked on a gamble, Money mixed with a bloody, churning sea, When they raised to thrones, a soulless scramble, The nameless, the dishonored, without sex, not truly free. I crave to hear a child's bright laughter ring, And see pure joy within my beloved's eyes, Green grass beneath, and winter's soft white snow, And my son standing firm, where strength never dies. What memory returns, a whisper in the soul, Tired of being a restless, wandering breeze? You chose not to be human, as a whole, And as individuals, you ceased being, if you please. I fire, tearing myself apart, And piece by piece, with words, I recharge. Louder and louder, "Lord, forgive my heart," "Guide my aim, make this shot more large."
I fire, tearing myself apart, And piece by piece, with words, I recharge. Louder and louder, "Lord, forgive my heart," "Guide my aim, make this shot more large." When everything was staked on a gamble, Money mixed with a bloody, churning sea, When they raised to thrones, a soulless scramble, The nameless, the dishonored, without sex, not truly free. I crave to hear a child's bright laughter ring, And see pure joy within my beloved's eyes, Green grass beneath, and winter's soft white snow, And my son standing firm, where strength never dies. What memory returns, a whisper in the soul, Tired of being a restless, wandering breeze? You chose not to be human, as a whole, And as individuals, you ceased being, if you please. I fire, tearing myself apart, And piece by piece, with words, I recharge. Louder and louder, "Lord, forgive my heart," "Guide my aim, make this shot more large."