End of the Road

Mueni, my love, it seems I have run out of time. As I fade away, my heart bleeds for the things I wasn't able to achieve, the things I promised you. Since you left us, survival lost meaning. The invaders took our home, and everything we held dear. And the resistance, thats a sad story. Its funny how self interest divides people. I could not stand and watch home burn, so I chose to walk away, find my way somewhere down the road. The war machine caught up with me, and it seems this is the end of the road for me. At least I get to see you again. Whether others will rise up and fight for home, I know not. What I know is that I did not sit, I tried. This will be a happy sleep for me, as a well spent day brings a happy sleep...