My sacred thoughts, don't be so cruel,
As nothing ever has been right,
Don't judge my actions, nor the tools,
I used to win and end the fight.
It was my choice, to stand, not fall,
And I have paid my life for that,
I knew, I could, but never called,
For help and luck was only trusted bet.
My sacred thougts, don't be so cruel,
As nothing ever has been right,
I always tried to make fate fool,
And always seen not gleam, but light.