Every great dream begins with a dreamer

So lately, been wondering
who will be there to take my place
when I'm gone you will need love
to light the shadows on your face

You need to believe in things that aren't true. How else can they become?

I know you don't love me. 

I know it can never be

A battle I cannot win 

For a love that hasn't been

So hang your head over and hear the winds flight

there you will see me fighting for what is right

Separated by the storm . . . our story began.

Failure is not the end; it is an opportunity to begin again.

Remember me, Remember us

This sadness and pain I've grown to know

Something I've learned not to show

As long as I draw breath it will be a part of me

To endlessly suffer knowing we can never be

As I sink beneath the waves of this cold dark lake

I dream and dream hoping I never wake

I can hear the faint echoes of laughter and glee

Knowing someday we can finally be free

Many people may wish for money or power, perhaps a combination of the two

The only wish I ever had was to be with you

My heart aches to with an undying love

You bring me so peace like a beatiful white dove

The void calls to be with a sweet embrace of death

 I will call out your name with my last breath

This is a fate I cannot change thus

My last thoughts will be of us

"I never found Osiris, but I've killed enough Vex to end a war. And they, in turn, struck a fatal blow: they completed a Mind with the sole function to drain the Light from me. It worked very well.

Don't worry (not that you worry much). It took them centuries to build, keyed to the unique frequency of my Light. And I sit atop its shattered husk.

I mourn that I will never reach the heights you have. To me, you represent everything a Guardian can become. Yours is a thriving City. So different from mine. My whole life I fought to make my City yours. I never finished.

All I have left is this weapon. The Cryptarchs say you crafted it yourself, built it out of scraps and Light and sheer will, inside the Infinite Forge. I'll make sure it finds its way back to you. When you gave it to me, I swore I would make it my duty to follow your example.

I'm still trying.''

On your great tree of life there is so many leaves. Will there ever be time or a place for me among them? I can feel the wind blow through my feathers. My talons grip ever firmly, but why? 

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