I make a being out of hope
To act for me; to apprehend.
Return to me the love I lost
And destroy the tragic end.

For without his breath again by mine;
And that hand that fit so well;
The soul that matched my very own;
That caused Life itself to swell;

There would be no need to carry on
Day after day to just get older
So I make a being out of hope
And dress him as a soldier.