A war, a fight, a story.
All parts of History.
As true as it can be.
But is it true honestly?
We only know one part
And we say that we are smart.
We write and we create art.
There is only half of my heart.
There is no future without the past.
Without stories, we will not last.
On a quest to find the past.
The bad, the good and the best.
We only hear and see one side.
Maybe the truth on the other side hides.
Prince between them is nothing but wide.
The walk through the past will be one hell of a ride
