Regrets of a Warsong

They call me hostile,

They name me mean,

But life is volatile,

That I have seen.

 

I was in Orgrimmar,

Fought for the Chief,

Now hiding from afar,

And facing grief.

 

Was bound by honor,

Was bound by oath,

I’m now a loner,

One people loathe.

 

I always did aim,

To fight with pride,

Now I am feeling shame,

And “friends” are snide.

 

Oh Garrosh, brother?

Where did I fail?

The past I smother,

Disguise my trail.

 

 

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