Helmets on and dressed to kill,
They think back to the one that still need to...

As a chick I thought he would be no big deal,
But to my astonishment that was not to be real...

Nine months ago I had it all in my hand,
Nine months ago seems like a lost forgotten land...

You raise your child hoping they know what is...
Not thinking you sent them off to fight...

Turn around and justify what you see,
Turn around and tell me why you set your rage...

I am constant even more then the stars,
And the giver of all land scars...

We built our cities on the water,
Where we gave our prisoners slaughter...

Don't presume to judge me for what I say
for you are all hunters and prey...

Gazing at the ceiling over head,
I have a fear of something dead...

The light beams over my head,
my body feels like it is dead...

We met unlike most do,
we spoke in riddles but still it was true...

A life of guilt and betray is the life I only...
in long dark days before I met you...