Space is so quiet, its like a silent dream.
But here, no one can hear you scream.
Scared yet? But I'm not here to amuse you.
No, I'm afraid I have a mission to do.

I fear no man nor machine,
Or any terror to be seen.
My heart is quite cold, seldom riddled with emotions or fear,
For wars and battles can strip you of all your feelings so dear.

But above all, I am a fighter, a pilot of the Wing Gundam.
A young warrior who knows not where he is from.
Even my title, 'Heero Yuy', is not exactly mine to own.
I feel as if this name, was just given to me as a loan.

But so what? Names aren't all that great.
I worry more on the the Colonies and their fate.
Maybe, I don't need a name, just 01 is okay.
Its a little bit easier for you to say.

They call me a child, a kid in a man's fight.
I think not, I'm just doing what I think is right.
I will continue to fight on, battling for all that I know,
Hope, love, fear, and even empathy something I'll not show.

And yet, in the end, my heart and soul feel so tired and sore.
I guess I really am just a little boy, lost in the fog of war.