Soft snow falling down,
No one else but me around,
Lost, without a purpose to be,
Empty-hearted in the land of the sea,
Why do I exist, why am I there,
If I was to die tomorrow who would care?
Freezing, hungry ready to die,
Even if I want to, I have no more tears to cry,
Just a tiny speck in this large white earth,
Was it a mistake giving me birth?
But there is a glimmer of hope you see,
A man....who has the same eyes as me,
He asks me to be his tool, be his weapon...
I accept of course how could I turn down my reason to exist,
Though, I had no desire to kill,
But for him I certainly will,
Blood, sweat, tears I would do anything for this man,
For he made me what I am,
Now I fight...my purpose to be, not for myself,
But for him, the person that saved me...
The Pretend Ninja Community Member 
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