Through the years you have yearn for a happiness that is beyond compare.
Fight the despair that is beyond measure and you've learn that the struggle is real.
Reality bites, Truth hurts! The sad part is you can't bite back.
For your crimson year has been turn into snow.
The ruins are under your hands and are now against the ancient.
Behold your pages are about to be full.
Scribe the moments that made your years
Don't let it be stained by drop of wine.
Let it be wet by the tears of the sun.
Hold that pen and print that pain. For whoever read it will learn from it.
No matter how tough that walk is and no matter how many are included in your book of life there will always be someone that held a special spot in your heart that is irreplaceable.