Once were warriors, held such promise.
Strove to live pure and honest.
I look around and I see their wills so strong,
That kill the need inside to belong.
Morals etched in stone.
Weed out their weaknesses; take no more then they can give.
Horizons cast common goals, minds, hearts, souls, as…
Minds, hearts, souls as one.
Something inside of us, something they can’t trust.
Open your eyes to see that it goes deeper then you or me.
Had the strength to look fear in the eye.
The strength to burn that bridge and say goodbye.
The dream will stay alive well after we die.
It’ll always overcome as long as there is one.