I hold the flower tightly in my hand,
I close my eyes and see her,
that little girl.
It was my fault,
all my fault.
When I fight,
and see her face,
my aim is always true.
I did not mean to do it,
but it's still my fault.
She was so young,
so full of life.
And I killed her,
I took her life away.
A petal falls to the ground,
I pick it up,
it feels so soft,
smooth, pure, innocent.
It's just like her,
so beautiful,
I clench my fist around the petal,
crushing it.
That's what happened,
I crushed the life out of her,
I did it.
The little puppy she had,
so innocent as well.
I still remember that day,
so vivid in my mind,
the way the Mobil suit crashed onto her building.
I swear I could hear her screaming,
as her life was cut short.
You made me so innocent,
like I was almost...human.
I would have loved,
to see you again.
That I had never taken your life,
never taken that puppy's life either.
So much innocence I destroyed,
I can never redeem myself for that.
I look around me,
at my fellow pilots.
They've never done what I have,
experienced what I have.
All of the innocent lives I've taken,
knowing who they were,
hating what I've done.
If only I could get her back,
I could then maybe,
just maybe,
learn to be happy.
Learn to redeem myself,
and forgive my self.
My friends already have,
but they'll never know how much I appreciate it.
Duo, my friend,
so much has happened to him,
things I could not understand.
He thinks he's "evil",
"impure", "bad",
but I can see something else in his eyes.
Something, pure,
innocent...her.
I gave him a puppy,
a tiny, furry, brown one.
He may not be a little girl,
but he's as close as I'm going to get.
