You've been through many hardships
But this is the worse one yet
The weight of the world is on your shoulders
And you have been hurt by all you have met
All you have is your wingman
Your best friend
You know he will go through Hell
Just to be with you in the end
You are greatly respected
But exile is your fate
Lying down, broken
Foolish, for you took the bait
You trudge through the carnage
The wake of war and pain
The smell of blood and rotting flesh
Is enough to make you insane
And yet you persevere
Your best friend still at your side
You will rise up victorious
For now time is yours to bide.