I have my scars,
and you have yours.
So you keep your scars
and I'll keep mine.

They cannot be healed
but they can be forgotten.
I have a shield
and you a sword.

We can fight
this war together
and we can be
with each other forever.

If I die,
you mustn't forget.
And if you die
I will not fret.

When the war begins
and we say goodbye,
we hold our heads
and do not cry.

I find myself
on the ****** ground
I cannot see,
can't hear a sound.

Then I feel your hand on mine
and feel a smile begin.
I am going
but we will win.

He whisper to me
his old promise,
"I won't forget you,"
and then we kiss.

Then he's gone
and I get a chill
because I know --
forget? -- he will.