When the heart has fallen short,
the mind cannot conceive the sort
of sins that plague the failing souls,
who lack in shame and self-control.

Kindness dies and hatred reigns,
and good has lost the peace campaign.
And like a nameless virus spreads,
Death preys upon the world’s unfed.

And still I hope that when I stand
against destructive and misguided man,
That freedom, love and fate’s design,
will join me at the fighting lines.

And finally, amidst the cries,
Beneath the vast and blackened skies,
With courage and my soldiers three,
I'll set some broken spirits free.