What I have seen is greed and corruption, devour the state of this fragile world. The sight of land through these blackened eyes. Carves mist of deception. Reaped by this doom and bound too. What was lost, now is forgotten. What has remained, is a place of misfortune. To search within, to find a place not of my own. The honest heart guides a path with no remorse. Lost in imagination, I've found my home. I've found my home. When will these woes ever be forgotten? What I have seen is greed and corruption, devour the state of this fragile world.