When I'm on the stage, what do you see up there?
Just a clown with jokes and follies to share.
I wish that were so, but simple life ain't,
And I'm not exactly a holy saint.

My soul is not quite that pure, nor very white.
In both life and war, you'll find very little light.
Tears will do you know good, same with grace and charms.
I'd rather rely on this Gundam called Heavyarms.

In battle, enemies cower when it is me they see.
I have no name, though, they jsut call me 03.
But I don't mind, names aren't all that great.
I worry more on my next battle, and my Fate.

But most don't see that when I'm performing on the stage.
They feel not my sorrow from fighting, or my quiet rage.
Hey, that's okay, though, just enjoy the lighthearted show.
I hope the bleakness of war is something you'll never have to know.