Remnants of My Happy Heart

your words as warming as the fire on a cold winter day from my heart they spread to the very tips of my fingers the feel of your hand upon mine when the tears streak my face it comforts me most in this time when i am fragile and prone to crumble you picked up my pieces glued me back together thank you, friend.

leader, peasant, and knight unite as one to win the fight of nations past, present, and to come peasants and knights rebel fire fills the world, for undesirable war rages on a leader without prudence is the monster of ignorance fate, chance, and destiny are given much to be done, no much to try, nada for the leader is, was, and will forever be the spitting image of its people four years pass, and again it occurs you did it america on your accord four more years, try again.