"Faint Battle Grounds" When given an angle to perceive any kind of thought, I will take what I can and run with it. Though a bough of loneliness can happen at any given moment I will still strive to do my best without losing any perceptions. There is a given seal of honor but I don't stand worthy to validate my heart with thoughts. I could knock down my walls and push the rubble aside and walk away from it, but what do I understand? I understand the pain with the emptiness, the knowing of a grand will, to be included in a mass destruction of enemy lines. I stand in a line of confusion and tip toe on solid ground so I can be one to stand within the lines of giving my life, all for one King. To this King I will give my life over to Him and walk on his forever ground. My grand appearance will be with him and finally out of this world....