How would the days be able to go if they never bought your soul?
If not hit came against your cheek, would you still smile?
If the blades once was your friend, would you still be so strong?
Every day becomes an eternity, and every breath becomes a life.
Even a truth is born to be a lie, and even the sun fade one day.
A unique opportunity, a blown opportunity.
Singing children and screaming animals are real-life soldiers.