We've fought a long and bitter battle, my soul and I. Like fallen angels, exiled from a hazy, forgotten realm of stars. Lost, lonely, and saveagely wounded by the words of hate, caught in a tangled web of emotions in which there is no escape. Crushed beneath the weight of truth and tourtered by cleaver lies, which lengthened every hour into a day, every day into a year and each year into eternities of waiting and longing for the pain to end. In the bliss of all this pain, my soul and I still fought with determination, striking blow for blow. Being blown in the whirlwind of suffering and finally bieng dropped into the bleakness of despair, we bear the wounds and scars from a furious battle, my soul and I. But now we walk in peace and love with out shattered pieces whole. Together, hand in hand, we journey through the tunnel of light, awaiting the promising adventures of tomorrow. Crowned with a love that will never die and will survive the nights of selfish seeking, waiting for morning's soft forgiveness and the dawn of finally being understood, my soul and I will exist.
