This is not my story. This is an interesting poem I found online.
Five little souls,
Five little souls,
Lost all their will,
Lost all control.
Taken away by hands cruel fate,
Monster covered in purple hue,
And years and years grew their hate,
All soon to be directed at you.
Cold little hands,
Metal and steel,
They break and they bend,
How is this real?
All that we know and all that we are,
Trapped in this frame, these deadly bars.
Then came a man, brave yet afraid
We thought nothing of him, just part of our game
He hid and he cried,
And nearly died...but something about him we couldn't deny.
He fought through the past,
He went to the end,
He tried and he tried
Again and again.
We thought he was nothing,
We put him on trail,
But he was the one
The one to defy
How the story was set
How we really died.
Even though he suffered
Through all our ways
He was the one to set us all free.
Five little souls
Who'd once lost control
Now flying up high
To peace we hold.
We thank you forever
Dear, lovely friend.
And maybe someday...
We'll meet again.