There is something in the air. The cold wind blows and blows and blows. Clouds swimming in the sky like a train on a railroad. Lights illuminate all the buildings in the city, and it’s still dark inside. My eyes hurts due the heat in the air. There is rage in my soul and pity in my heart. I am just a soldier waiting for the last command. Shooting in a war that doesn’t have any shield. Running in a camp without any proof. My mind is a hell that even demons doesn’t visit. Winter is just a loud dream at night. And I still keep my faith on track. In the war of my life, there is a only a path that leads me home.