Every life saved is a victory,
Each one whom I fail, I shall mourn forever.
Nine centuries is a long time, even for me,
But I'm trapped until I give in—Never.
Never give up or give in, I say,
When my spirit seems to fall.
Though they might come every day,
And my fate I appear just to stall.
This tiny town lies on the tip of a knife,
One push either way, well, good night.
But I refuse to let go of the children's lives
The constant attacks despite.
Lonely and tired and so, so old,
I gaze out for the glimpse of the sun
It shines for a moment, that instant of gold,
Sunrise…sunset…it's done.
It has taken so long for me to die,
As a withered book forgotten on hidden shelves.
I understand now, dear, my hour is over. Don't cry,
For, old friend, the clock has struck on Twelve's.
It has been so long, since I've tasted death.
Well, dear, you're in for a sight.
Don't cry, I'm fine, just take a deep breath.
Now, my beloved friends, goodnight.