Can you hear me
calling your name...

Don't be sorry
For whom you are...

The wind in my face
I keep a steady pace...

Does anybody hear
others anymore...

The war has been growing
For so many years...

Oh what I would do
To look upon your face...

So cold and alone
No way to get worm...

It's bedtime again
And here I am...

Soft wind upon our faces
Restless, tossing and turning...

Slowly he wakes
Before day breaks...

If one more thing
was all I could do...

A monotone hum in my ear
the numbers start to swirl...