O' little one, tales of old and new,
shall tell you of our history, whether fake or true,
there's always two sides to a stories,
perspectives unknown,
would you be our savior,
with love we haven't known,
for when people have self doubt,
we will never grow,

O' growing faithful one, your stories appearing
you fought others for glory,
but is it who you're meant to be,
follow the path of your mind,
and do not stray,
for you shall be the one to save the day,

O' youngster of my brethren, you have turned wicked
and your heart is now cold, where did you wrong,
have you no pride, for what you've created
have you no sorrow for those killed,
whist your knives be stained with red,
and your clothing wet from those tears,
that they shed, for you have no mercy
and we have no hope

O' old soldier, do you see what you made,
a land of horror and pain,
children and men are scare all the same,
and you are the cause of it all

do you feel pain
or do you feel happiness
do you feel pride
or sorrow
do you feel nothing
or everything
I'm sorry you're helpless
You fool of mine