I am a warrior who lost his way the path is set and he can not find his way so I sit by a stream looking and hoping my tribe will help me I was thrown by the way side left for the nightly creatures to laugh,cry and sets to die knowing what is inside this lost warrior who does not know where to go or what to find he moves along this sorry line for he has to make his story Line wondering how he could be so blind for he can not find the happiness he once had a happy path now is sad and lonely path to walk hoping he will find someone to talk to for he has a lonely path he must walk everyone but him takes his stocks and they can not figure out why he is lost no one sees what he lost the pain is only as cold as the winter frost How can he be so lost why could he just not bare the cost he tries to run from the frost only to find he is lost as he wonders if he has the might to cast some light on his stony path for he thinks he can not last for the past keeps kicking his a** for he has lost his mass and now he is tired and he wants to just make it pass for once he can no longer last on any path for the Warrior is dead at last