And the tears that bled from my heart stained the street
The voices of many memories brought me to defeat
Surrendering into the arms of hate, and rise again complete
This is the telling of past life bittersweet
At my funeral I watched him shed tears of pain, and it made my heart ache. All the choices I made that led me up to this point changed everything. It was tragic, but necessary that everyone believe me dead. In order to fulfill my destiny I can not mingle among human life. I can not endanger those who I hold close to my heart. I can no longer have the normal things in life, as I am no longer normal. I ask myself if it was worth the sacrifice, if the power would consume all that I am.