I live at the outskirts of the battlefield.
I watch people run and shoot through my scope...

I remember the first time you said you loved me.
I could hear the nervousness in your voice...

I lay on the operating table.
My chest cut open...

Your slender, gentle fingers were made to pluck...
And sadly they doth sit each time your fingers do...

When you get sad and blue
Just remember im always here for you...

A soul is the light inside a person,
a heart is the life, the love that they hold...