Below me is the surface, above me is the sky.
Ahead of me is the future, behind me is the past.
In front of me stands my enemy and at my side my ally.
Alone I am weak, together we are strong.
Without will, without a purpose, I wandered for centuries.
As I come to a halt, I notice the lingering shadows of an already deserted future.
Thus, I pleaded, for the arrival of a saviour.
Many wars have been fought, but no wars have been won, only lost.
Thus, I pleaded, for the arrival of conscience.
People have died and people have killed for survival.
Thus, I pleaded, for the arrival of a hero.
However, no matter how bright the moon, how dark the night sky, will that will ever be fulfilled?
Thus, I pleaded, for this wish come true.
May everything be erased, rewritten and born anew.