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His life was shattered,
As his innocent soul.
His dreams have been stolen,
And his hopes, killed.
His heart turned into
A strange ardent metal,
Vibrating with hatred and great pain.
I'm lucky, so much luckier than I ever thought I'd be.
Cause what I have,
Means so very little to this world,A promise that I kept and
A bridge that I saved before it burned.The sacrifice that I made,
Brought me to my knees.A choice that cost me everything
And set somebody else free.
But what I have is the value
That you see in these things...- Conjure One -
Those who seek to disturbthe harmony of lifewill see their instrumentstaken from them.

If taken, it cuts the hand that clutches it.
If given, it heals the hand that holds it.
Throughout time,
the touch of an angel
has changed people,
events and evened
the course of history.