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Forced to walk the path meant for the hard hearted The brave that must kill their emotions to attain victory Long have I walked and talked like the people of the valley Long have I lived with the grieve of the lost in my heart Now, right before my eyes is the thrown of success Right before my path is the seat of power Emotions do not cloud my judgement and thought My feelings have no say in this matter of conquest But even if my humanity is gone I still know what right and wrong is To get silver, must I trade with gold? I have done all that has been asked of me I have killed everything that create pity and fear in my soul But this request will eat up my soul and drone it in hell The very thing that stops me from attaining perfection is in itself perfect How do I destroy that which has pushed me this far? Deep within me I seek to turn around and battle my own army But if I do I will lose that which I had fought for, for so l...