Ashes fall upon the shore of the moon's celestial lake. innocence is thus forgotten more and more with each mistake. Until the day we feel no more the warmth of sun rays through the mist. for i have fallen so far down, i wonder if i'll even be missed. But then my spirit's lifted by the sounds of sweet remorse, and now i feel renewed like something great has run it's coarse. For through the years of misery (or so they were perceived), it was all just an exercise to try and give me strength. And now i do not feel the hate that once consumed my every thought i guess that's my reward for all the wars that i have fought. Now i feel alive again and all my thought implore for now i can finally say...... i don't want to die no more.