A man's called a traitor - or liberator? A rich man's a thief - or philanthropist? Is one a crusader - or ruthless invader? It's all in which label is able to persist. There are precious few at ease with moral ambiguities. So we act as though they don't exist.
Someone once said, go too far from home and you will lose your roots Kill too many people and you will forget yourself If you die in battle, your life will sink into the ground like rain and vanish without a trace If at that time you fall in love with someone hope will blossom again from the earth and embrace life with passion
Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten