No one will know for I am alone,
It is too late for my soul to atone.
This is who I am and this is how I feel
With the space in my heart that nothing can fill
Wary and tired; this is the life of a burned out soldier
Everybody comes with problems,
and questions on my shoulder.
I try to help with all of my heart,
and give my best as a lonely leader
No one will hear my screaming emotion,
that has been blocked by a boulder
In the crystal ice, where your breath goes white,
rests my young untended soul
Waiting for the fire,
that would wake the one that I admire,
the beauty of life goes foul.
All I want is someone to catch me,
when my tiring spirit falls from the overstretched flight.
When everyone forget I will never regret,
when my tombstone has been wiped out clean and white.
For that is what I do,
and the path I have chosen,
the job to take all the blame.
The role someone must take,
but no one will choose for they cannot be same.
Though it is a blessing to bear the letter,
that so proudly hides my shame
In sickness and health,
I push myself for justice the world calls lame.
After time pass I realize,
this certainly is not a childish game.
The world is a jungle,
with great savage bests to tame.
And so I began for those without a guiding flame,
discarded my honor and gave up my fame.
And when I put the symbol in the frame
With a great voice I proudly claim
That L is my name.

L. Lawliet