I'm sorry but I don't understand that I am only a loser,
I guess I couldn't understand...

This given hour of powerLoss - powerGain,
I couldn't tell obscurity from fame...

I didn't know lust turning to dust
And dust rising to last in a cloud of crows

This moment of a power-hour
To mean something again.

The heart beat of a friend
To have a long lasting life

Dust rising to make me understand
That feeling sorry isn't the way,

That I should be a Hero, act like a man,
Do something, find a way or get away.