it's been a 100 miles since i left home,

leaving the streets i used to roam,

i venture into this great unknown,

knowing that I'm not alone,

i walk thru a city of bright black lights,

reminiscing of the day i took my first flight,

i have come a long way since i departed,

a 100 miles away from where all this started,

in times of great hardness and of fear,

and all the times i wished you were here,

thru all the pain that we endured,

thru all the sickness suffered and cured,

you taught me the most rudimentary virtue in life,

whether it be sickness or strife,

that when time does its calling only a few step forward,

those left behind are the greatest cowards,

its been a 100 miles since i left home,

and somehow i know,

that wherever i go,

you'll be the one to guide me back home.

Fight

Through the darkness cometh a ray of light,

Putting the willing up to the fight,

Like a stone’s etching on a boulder,

Time will surely make it fainter,

Through the treacherous field of battle,

Blood drenches the green grass where once roamed cattle,

Why is there bloodshed and why is there killing,

As death approaches those who are willing,

Through icy seas and deafening thunder,

Warriors charter the unknown yonder,

Fighting till their last breath is drawn,

In attempt to make their loved ones feel safe and less forlorn.