What do you mean,
When you tell me it will be ok...

I see before my eyes
Death and sorrow...

Cutting through the pain is a silver knife
It is too late now this poor life...

My tears fall to the ground
Although they do not make a sound...

My silent tears
Cascade upon my face...

I have a heart of stone
I pride myself in being alone...

Wandering slowly through a haunted life
In no real direction, just lost in the night...

I stare out the window
I see the passing cars...

Here I am
Do you not see me...

Death and sadness
Caused by these wars...

Your heart grows colder
My distance from you lengthens...

You are a different kind of hero
You saved me from myself...