The life of my life I have buried my dreams with my hopes for peace. I have forgotten my rights for my country, for life. I have left myself somewhere behind cities and skies. I have left pieces of me on the bloody streets. I have shot bullets and created as many stars as I saw on the sky. I have denied my life and left my happiness behind. I have lost so many friends that a lifetime of mourn and regrets would never be enough. I have scars deeper than you think, scars which time could never heal. Scars in my heart and soul unforgettable and cold. Anger may be strong but life is too short....