Winning is stregnth. stregnth is freedom.
Freedom is soul, needn't reason.

Reason traps you. Reason theives.
Theif's silence is heard through the leaves.

Soul is spirit, brave and strong.
When spirit is guide, art never wrong.

Art is beauty, lively and full.
Art is creation, never to dull.

Creation sets diamond eyes alight.
The single spark seen through the night.

Diamond eyes are seemful bliss,
'Till they follow death's last wish.

wishes run, far past the riders.
battling down all the fighters.

Laughing aloud, wishing 'comes distracted,
Failing all the traits you've lacked.

Laughter doth be true love's win.
Don't let true love lure you in.

To the house where your love will murder.
Knife in hand, screams blood curdle.

Now you hear the tale I sing,
That winning isn't everything.