it is not love if love is cold to touch it is not belief when there s nothing there to trust could not submit would never bring myself to heel determination grows as each truth is revealed torn and repaired just to endure it all again without a reason for my place in all this pain though well concealed the scars they just compound until there s nothing left of what was once my former self my god look at what we are now without regret for all the things that we have done thank you for all the doubts and for all the questioning for all the loneliness and for all the suffering for all the emptiness and the scars it left inside it inspired in me an impetus to fight for the conviction for the purpose found alone for the strength and courage that in me i ve never known and if it seems to you that my words are undeserved i write this in gratitude for whatever good it serves sometimes i wish that you could see me now in the rightful place where i knew that i belonged sometimes i wish that you might someday understand to close the chapter and lay to rest the past but nothing would change we make the best of what we have for we are measured by the actions of our lives we bide our time let the future unfold like immortals in great legends to be told my god look at what we are now without regret for all the things that we have done thank you for all the doubts and for all the questioning for all the loneliness and for all the suffering for all the emptiness and the scars it left inside it inspired in me an impetus to fight to all who stood with me when we stood as one thank you for guiding me for bringing me home and if it seems that i m obliged to say these words i write this in gratitude the least that you deserve