Hidden behind a mirror of lies.
You always said you understood me,
But you don't...
You don't know how much my heart aches,
When I look into the eyes,
Of helpless innocent children that didn't deserve to die.
You tried to teach me how to fly...
But what is the point,
When all that I see is an unhappy society.
So many people hide away,
When I come passing by.
You can see the shudders,
That go down their spines.
The fear that they portray,
In their grieving eyes.
The pain always lingers in my heart,
Though how can you see what's going on,
Deep down inside of me?
Everyone always says,
I should be proud...
Though they do not know how it is to feel and bare,
When you see a mere child holding onto their beloved teddy bear.
And the next thing you witness,
Just in the blink of an eye.
A lifeless body lying dead on the ground...
In a pool of their own deep crimson blood.
Having to be the one responsible,
For all the world's pain...
Though I am a soldier.
No,
I shall not be proud.
For what is there to be proud of?
I hide behind a mask of metal,
Day in, and day out,
I cannot show my true identity...
In fear of hurting those I dearly love.
All I can do is fade away into the distance behind a mirror of lies,
I have seen too many deaths with my own two eyes.
It's too much for me to handle,
Night when the spirits of the dead come alive,
Is when I weep my sorrowful tears.
Death's long slender fingers entwine and grasp at my neck,
Pulling me into my wintry sleep,
Blinding me,
My will, and path,
To survive...
For I no longer can live.
My wings are torn and clipped...
All I am,
And what is left of what I know about whom I am,
Is that I am nothing but a battle weary soldier.
That has been consumed,
By too many cries of the night.
One that can never show who I trully am...
All I ever wished for,
Was to be as silent as the wind...
Just gone in a flash.