everything around me is all a misperception of reality/
the world through my eyes are not what it was meant to be/
thoughts about life are what circulates within my temples/
with the only way of reaching the outside world is through my pencils/
im like a sniper and my notebook is like my rifle/
cuz i have more visual images than a millions lives-full/
i cant see through my own pupils but i can see for everyone around me/
was i meant to be this way or was i just another casualty/
i wish i could feel what its like to be normal just once more/
cuz i was maimed by a grenade and was a prisoner of war/



..HONOR..