A Krogan with no clan, no sens of belonging to a place, no mate no feeling's just a cold hart with no heat, blood that moves but no life, body that exists but no beeing, hands that destroy and make but nothing good, and mined that thinks with out forsight, why do I feel these way when I'm with the people I won's called family, love, friends? Sum thing was lost, I'm lost but not found " My sweet and beautiful star flower your beauty is only matched by that of the moon in an open night, but I fear of the cruel word that might hurt you, allow me to build walls out of my hart to shield you form the cold and harsh world and the hope of sum day we can plant a seed that will grow strong to brake down the wall that hold back the world and in that hope are seed will be stronger then that world. " these is from my stone hart hope is the hammer the own day will brake the stone,..... Hope,? such a funny thing. Sum thing as hope can bring a flame to a dream that gifts the life to all, and for won the hope is nothing but the dream. I look at the stars, at my past, and think what if I died at birth, or that won crash was stronger, or the stab to my chest went deeper. These are the thots that go in and out (ha) "in n out" my mined at the time I start to weld or stand at my forge, I'll dwell on these thots as I see the flame. Krogan out