The Song of the Forgotten Soldier
I dance the thread-like line
Between space and time.
Not worthy enough to live,
Not deserving enough to die.
On the edge of a knife, I guard and stare,
An ominous wind whipping my green hair.
I am the door's eternal guardian,
A lonely burden that I bear.
I dance the thread-like line
Between space and time.
Not worthy enough to live,
Not deserving enough to die.
I watch your lives in misery,
Living in a world I cannot be.
I stand alone at the edge
Of heartless sky and lashing sea.
I dance the thread-like line
Between space and time.
Not deserving enough to live,
Not deserving enough to die.
I am the mysterious Sailor P.,
Quickly approaching the line of insanity.
I am the forgotten soldier,
And there's no one to rescue me.
I dance the thread-like line
Between space and time.
Not worthy enough to live,
Not deserving enough to die.