Heero
I am confused,
Lost in this time of turmoil.
Yet I can't really complain,
This is what I was trained for;
I live for these battles.
Even if my mission is to end them,
A part of me hopes this war won't end,
Or at least that I'll die before it does.
The latter shouldn't be too hard,
Since figting for the colonies
Is no longer possible,
As they have pushed us away.
Now we fight for our lives,
Searching for something to protect
In this war of grey.
Duo
I am a jokster,
Always thought
To take nothing seriously.
But it's only a mask.
Or is it?
Afterall, who would
Want to take anything seriously
In this God-forsaken war?
Not knowing who's on your side
And who's against you,
It's enough to drive you insane.
That's why I've adopted this mask,
To at least keep my psyche
As whole as I can;
To preserve it until
I've at least seen peace
And the end of this war.
Trowa
I have no name...
For as long as I can remember
I've been involved in battles,
Not caring whose side I was on,
Always trying to find my death.
But it never came,
And I have become yet another pawn.
Maybe this time it will be different.
Maybe this time I can help make a diference
To end these senseless battles,
To give Earth and Space an untainted future,
Free of the pain and bloodshed of war.
Quatre
We're lost in blind confusion,
Not knowing what to do,
Just trying to find a voice of reason
In this cold and insane war.
Too much grey is in the picture
To make much sense of anything,
And yet comes another side into the light,
Making its own unique shade
And bringing its own vision of 'right' and 'wrong.'
This war is enough to make someone go crazy,
And I think that it's happening to our team.
What are we fighting for?
Is it even worth it anymore?
These questions play over and over in my head,
And I'm sure the others must have thought them too,
At one point or another.
The colonies are becoming armed,
So why are we still fighting?
There's nothing left to protect, ne?
I truly hope our battles today
Have not become meaningless.
Perhaps there is still hope,
Hope that there really is goodness in all,
So that we can end this cursed war.
Wufei
The Goddess of Justice
Shows no mercy,
And I, hover like a coward
In her shadow.
Sometimes I forget who I really am
And let this masquerade dance on,
Letting an unknown true origin
Control my destiny,
Leading me to misbelieve
This will all be over someday;
That this war will not become
Just a time of once known purposes
That are shattered and scattered
Across a war-torn landscape.