Harvest Moon Free me Lord leave me be I cannot pay you that you can surely see The rains do not come the crops die out I d rather not be another body lying about Instead of sympathy I recieved a smile I turned back ready to walk that mile I must have misunderstood he asked me to return He slapped me hard his face quite stern I returned home gathered what I should I had to give much more than I could What was I to do go hungry once more Or feed my children and feel quite sore My little boy asked How did it go I tried to smile and replied I do not know As he shrank away I knew what needed to be done I would do it all for the sake of my son We gathered allies we would not pay We would have our rightful say We have nothing to give we do not need more pain Give us some time all we need is rain Our Lord stood up with an evil grin Tis not my concern what could have been In exchange for this minor task I give you protection of me this you ask We shrank away he was right We did not have any more will to fight Time to turn back to our so called home All the way my mind seemed to roam I lay that night wondering Where is the rain My children and I cannot bear any more pain A voice carried in the wind Worry not the rains will come soon I stared into the eyes of the Harvest Moon Sniper Imperial This poem is originally from the pages of Distorted E-Mag#2 in you case you are wondering If not I don t really want to hear about it =)