Seeking glory in a land naive; The road is undone and lonely. But I am loyal, and I am alive, And I seek it with all my might.

Loyalty to myself came with the price Of being disowned and unloved. And succumbing to Love, Care, and stars and skies; Serve contrasting facets of my mortal needs.

But I am the power, and I am the stride; Is affection worth slaying prestige for? Or maybe I was wrong all along. I am but, A war of two disparate personalities.