You can choose the sin, but you can't choose the consequences. Every time we put our helmets on, somewhere deep inside we knew that there was a chance we wouldn’t come back, despite that - we carried on with joy flowing through our frontal lobes without a care in the world. Now here I am, alone without my brother. On pins and needles I’m here waiting for the fall, counting the days scratching lines on the wall, wait in the wings at someone's back and call. No longer recognize the place that I call home, no longer recognize this face as my own somewhere this fate, I lost control. I don’t want to be here anymore but I’ll continue to try and fight the good fight for you James. Rest In Peace, god bless you.