Disclaimers: okay here we go I do not own Gundam Wing or any related characters. SOOO puh-leeeez don't sue me. I have no money. Happy reading!!!
Author: the smiley bandit :O)
Where do we go?
Alone he stands....
On a hill...
Surrounded only by the chaos and destruction he caused....
Tired and exhausted eyes scan searching for something...
Unsure of where to go and what to do....
His mask is broken....
No longer does the seemingly happy and carefree soul remain...
As his eyes wander haunted over the scorched and war torn land..
He sees something...
Something that causes his panicked breath to catch...
Something struggling to live...
To live among ruin and decay...
One lone flower....
He stares marveled at this...
This fragile plant...
He barely notices as it begins to rain...
Little by little this rain begins to cleanse his blood stained soul...
He watches....
Watches as this little flower accepts the rain with leaves open and willing....
In that moment the lost boy does something he hasn't done in years....
He prays...
Prays for those he loved and lost...
For those nameless soldiers whose blood stains his hands....
Prays for the families that they left behind....
And finally....
He prays for a sign...
Anything that will show him that he still has a purpose in this world...
A world he has sacrificed so much for....
For what place does a soldier have in peace....
And in this rain among the chaos and destruction a soul is cleansed...
He feels a soft touch on his shoulder....
He turns and sees his comrades....
His friends....
Friends who are searching like him....
Longing to belong somewhere.....
Longing not to be feared...
And in that moment his purpose is clear....
And as he and his four friends stand in that rain...
Marveling at the strength in that one lone flower....
The boy smiles and thanks God...
For now he has found his place....
And knows that never will he stand alone again....
Author: the smiley bandit :O)
Where do we go?
Alone he stands....
On a hill...
Surrounded only by the chaos and destruction he caused....
Tired and exhausted eyes scan searching for something...
Unsure of where to go and what to do....
His mask is broken....
No longer does the seemingly happy and carefree soul remain...
As his eyes wander haunted over the scorched and war torn land..
He sees something...
Something that causes his panicked breath to catch...
Something struggling to live...
To live among ruin and decay...
One lone flower....
He stares marveled at this...
This fragile plant...
He barely notices as it begins to rain...
Little by little this rain begins to cleanse his blood stained soul...
He watches....
Watches as this little flower accepts the rain with leaves open and willing....
In that moment the lost boy does something he hasn't done in years....
He prays...
Prays for those he loved and lost...
For those nameless soldiers whose blood stains his hands....
Prays for the families that they left behind....
And finally....
He prays for a sign...
Anything that will show him that he still has a purpose in this world...
A world he has sacrificed so much for....
For what place does a soldier have in peace....
And in this rain among the chaos and destruction a soul is cleansed...
He feels a soft touch on his shoulder....
He turns and sees his comrades....
His friends....
Friends who are searching like him....
Longing to belong somewhere.....
Longing not to be feared...
And in that moment his purpose is clear....
And as he and his four friends stand in that rain...
Marveling at the strength in that one lone flower....
The boy smiles and thanks God...
For now he has found his place....
And knows that never will he stand alone again....