Counting down,
the last seconds to the town.
Sitting, looking back,
on the past.
Those times were a blast.

Seeing clearly now,
they're bound,
to what they found.

Opening eyes,
curious minds.
Just to find,
answers in time.

Smiling, crying.
The light comes breaking through.
Sitting alone,
the flowers bloom,
not left, any room.

No one here,
fear the danger.
Coming through,
another stranger.

The night falls,
across the stage.
Another mother in a rage.
It's hard to win,
going cold,
the truth I'll never know.

The son will rise,
yet again,
but soon will fall.
Suffering through it all.

Rising while falling,
slowly yet fast.
This feeling,
having a blast.
Watching through the glass.

Losing my mind,
lost in time.
Never to find,
all that I have tried.

Coming through,
pushing to see you.
Not seeing,
going blind.
Nothing inside.

Out of the darkness,
comes light,
finding it is hard.
Losing it now.

Finding myself, finding me,
Who can I really be?
Shades of color to choose,
What is there to lose?

Trying to find,
peace in my mind.
Searching through the mess,
trying to see the best.
Best I can be?
Never will be me.

Confidence is overrated,
being proud is to much to ask,
just here to complete my task.

Yellow and orange,
fill the sky.
Kids, men, everyone cries.
Still standing in the middle,
the one to die.

Army Green,
covering the plain.
The pain that remains,
will stay the same.

We're all here together,
for the same reason.
At home they're proud of us,
while raising our guns.

We seem to be heroes,
though taking lives.
No one sees it,
through those eyes.
Is it our disguise?

Being me, not you,
that's what I do.
My pride,
I hide,
or do I have any at all?
Probably not,
that feeling,
I forgot.

Down, far away,
not coming back today.
Surrounded, by myself.

The power from within,
growing thin.
Screaming, no might,
sadness in happy light.

Smiling in tears,
to only ones near.
Not seeing, blind,
losing it, my mind.