I’m a defeated soldier.

Repeatedly, I raise my gun.

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,

Reload.

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot.

Gone.

I go on forward.

Looking for a sign of hope.

A sign to stop and rest.

There is, there is a strand of hair.

A strand of hair glistening in the sun and whipping around in the wind.

There you are.

You are my salvation.

You are my hope.

You are the reason I stop.

And I am the reason you stop.

I am a defeated soldier.

I kill, I die.

I am a dead man.

I am a man who emptied his grave.

You are my revival.

And I am your ruin.

I never noticed when I ruined you,

I never noticed when you died,

I never noticed when the spark disappeared.

I would do anything to fix you.

I did,

But nothing changed,

Worked,

Improved,

Showed,

You lied to me.

You were right, it is too late.

Now, I am man who wants to be dead.

I was a defeated soldier.

But now I am a defeated man.