Whenever i feel i'm waisting my time essence which is my life
I write poetry
That's the sole way I'm aware of leaving on earth a legacy
The raven crowing outside my window
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.