There is a land of mysticism and legacy,
Where there was peace
But there was also pain and sorrow.
Regretful of my leave
Is a place of discipline and deciet
And of a past forever gone.
A location of rejection and hate.
No one accepts me-to know me...
I was strange and misplaced.
If you know me
You'd feel a bond of something long forgotten
You'd also see pain, sorrow and a power unseen.
If you knew me then you'd never forget
To see the past would be to see change.
A person would know that they are within my wall
A protective wall to protect from pain
Now I have a different name,
And play a different game.
This game has no winners or losers
Only survivors.
To hurt me is to destroy part of yourself.
Remember:
There are no winners or losers here...
Only survivors.

Wardo "Chaser1" Cook