I look up at the sky
And I see the stars
I see space-
So empty.
I look up at the stars
And I see eternity
So lonely... and cold.

Why am I drawn there?
Why was I born there?
Why are the only things I know
Are how to be cold... and alone?

I look into my past
And see bloodshed
I see cruelty
And fear.
I look to my future
But see nothing there
So empty... and unfulfilled.

What is my purpose here?
What is my reason to live?
Why are the only things I know
Are how to be cold... and alone?

I see the world fall to its knees.
The rain that falls is the Earth crying tears.
We look to the stars to find comfort there
But all we find is a daunting emptiness

Why is fighting all that I have known?
Why's my generation raised as soldiers?
Why does this world seem to be going to hell?
Why is each child born with blood upon their hands?

Will my heart know more than war?
Can there ever be true peace?
Am I doomed to the destiny
To only know how to be cold... and alone?
Surrounded by people... yet always alone...