| I would never think of me as a hero  A bringer of wisdom of hope and of peace   I never could think of me in a vortex   of hope of future and vitality.   I can spread my thoughts to flood the room   Embracing and webbing the people reborn.   The love they are feeling I never can taste;   The sadness the hatered remains my own.   So many souls - they long to be saved,   Somne beasts, some sinners, some lost in their fate.   For all to rescue my lifespan's too short,   Refuse all the evil - divine all the gods?   I never asked for a higher believing   I never questioned the way I was born   I never wanted to walk among angels   I never wanted to be so alone.   Bridge: Alone with my powers - alone in my mind   (The) holder of darkness - the bringer of light.   This melancholy circle of giving - not taking   Can not be endured by me.   I'm here to flare a sign   To guide the lost on to their fate.   Like I (once) sent Dante his story to take.   But no one holds that candle for me.   So as the years of helping and bleeding   Had passed away my will to live.   I returned to the sea of my time and my being,   I melted into (the) waves as it was my will.
		
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