HOPE

I Hoped

that This would wash away

but These memories

will stain.

Even though, we will

Prevail.

Patching up the wounded

and bandaging the weak

THEY will grow

THEY will not remember,

not what i've done,

it will be forgotten.

BUT they will head.

then We will sink,

disapear,

-As Always-

The process will not change

i will ALWAYS fight

and noone

noone will ever know