Tribal Warz
What brothers are you that don’t show me my sins before I commit them? What brothers are you that come only in my time of dawn to put your hand on my hand and say you’re sorry it never worked because it never could? What brothers are you that don’t see with my eyes what could have been? What was my sin? Did I love it too much? Did I want it too hard? Did I wish too long for time to pass too soon? Was it mine or was it yours, the fault? Was it my lack of power or was it yours of trust? Did I not show my intentions on time? Did I not accomplish my promises at fullness? Did you not mock me when said you’d follow? Did I believe you too much? What brothers are you that don’t say a word when it is yours the mistake? What men are you that can’t be called soldiers? What sin was it I carried? Was it mine or was it yours? Was it weakness or fear? I care not anymore. For in all this time, all my men turned to me and said “Hale”, when they actually meant “Ill”. For in all this time I saw strength ...