Through these faded eyes i wait. I wait for pain i wait for hate. I know
there comming, i know they are close, but still i stand. While the cold runs
up my spine. I wait with pride, i wait with strenth. I wait with the love of
all those who are there. And through these faded eyes i come to see, that
pain and hate may bring me to my knees but my freinds will give me light and
help to see, they will guide me throguh the mist. They will look throught my
faded eyes...
 
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