Who are you really?
You say you are the one who travels the universe.
The one who rights the wrongs and stops pain and sadness.
You say you are the one who always helps.
And you do, no matter what the consequences are.
You say you are just a man, like me.
But your eyes tell a different story.
You say that you are the protector.
The one who helps people stop the killing.
You say you are a man of many faces.
I don't understand what you mean.
You say you have to do what you do.
And you'll always help people.
You say you have to for their sakes.
And you always do what's right for the majority, not for the few.
You say you must.
And I say it's alright.
You say you're sorry.
But I don't remember.