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@Sir_Drapion it may seem nice, being at her command/ but don't think for a second she'll give you a hand/ doing what you need to do

And though I sing, my song is sad/ and though I keep, I do not have

Can one really feel the wind beneath one's wings?/ falling slowly as the morning bells ring

My tale is sad, my twitter friends/ and I am afraid of how it ends

The skies o'er home are nothing but clear/ though I do not know which way to steer/ My wings are tired/ as am I

I sing to you, oh Kings of Men/ even those that live again/ spirits of the Halls of Hoenn/ always coming, never going

And so I sang, perched above/ when I saw with my eyes a vision of love

A maiden sweet and fair, with dark brown hair/ sitting alone under a tree settled bare

And I called to her, and sang her my song/ Please don't cry, said I/ everything will move along

she looked and me and said "No, you cannot understand/ it is not I that cries, but my heart, and/ I am adrift in this sea of life

"maiden" said I, "why don't you stay strong?"/ "Nothing I say can right my wrongs"

And so she wept until she could weep no more/ then embraced the water, and left the shore

it is lonely here.

@Heatran Hello my friend/you seem quite down/ may I ask/ why is it you frown?

@Sir_Drapion such a brave little warrior/ fighting for his life/ against an enemy of no worth

@Heatran aha, my friend/ I see your eyes/ do not bother to tell me lies

@Heatran Deep in your soul is a heart beating slow/ tell me, which way do your feelings flow?

@Sir_Drapion fufufu/ a soldier with no gun/ such a sad sight

@Sir_Drapion Children play/ soldiers fight/ you just sit/ and watch the lights

@Heatran You seem miffed/ care to chat?/ it's my personal gift/ what i'm best at