My, how the wind blows.
She sings a lovely song.
Is that victory I hear?
Oh, such familiar cheers.
But my, how the sky does fall.
She cries, but for which side?
Does she cry for their defeat?
Surely she wouldn't,
cry
for
me.
To wrath and rage,
I've been your slave.
How can this be?
A hero, I've been named.
But you, my friend,
You are,
nothing
like
me.
Oh hero, see,
This red, polished steel.
Your hands did,
nothing
but
heal.
I am just a tally,
I am just a weapon.
Sharp as my determination,
Heavy as my heart.
As they celebrate,
You are out there on your knees,
Stitching all the open seams.
Cleaning the mess,
made
by
me.
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My, how the sky fell as I slept
Why weep when a killer's half dead?
My, how the wind sings
But surely these cheers
Can't redeem me.
Oh hero, your purpose has been so pure
You are not bound by sin like me
You need not harm nor blame
You are
Nothing like me.
I am pure, only by intention
But you are clean, even in action
Those hands of yours
Must do nothing more
Never take what
Can't be restored.
Oh hero, see
This red, polished steel
Your hands, did
Nothing but heal.
A true hero,
gives,
never
takes.
A true hero,
is you,
not
me.