BrokenYou cannot bend me for I am bent you cannot break me for I am already broken I lay here a shattered soul worn from life's errosion Pieces of me are missing I am not fully whole I have the scars of battle too numerous to count I wear them like a soldier out for all to see I am a 5 star general a prisoner of an internal war cut down to the size of a mouse
Tell no talesDead men tell no tales or so the story goesI beg to differ they make for mighty foesstand up to the threatfight him 'til the endfor when you slay the warriormaster sits just 'round the bend
The PenIf I were an empty book and you the mighty penif my heart lay in the binding and my soul lay at the endyou could write my story but be careful of the heartbecause if the binding untwinesmy story falls apartand when you near the endmy fate is in your handsplease make me giving and a good friend