When life goes on, and on.
and it never stops,
you never die,
you are still just walking,
On and on, never to stop.

You hear a child cry,
and rush into a building wounded, but not dead.
You hear a scream on the streets,
and a bulit goes through, like a ball hitting glass.
You think to yourself,
"why can't i die?
Am i being punished by god,
Did I do something so bad, I am no longer accepted."

and you start to think,
                                  think,
                                          and think some more.
and you look at the sky and say,
"I am a child of god,
His power is my power.
And i will protect people,
and help people,
till i die,
If i ever do!"