Standing one by one,
Knowing that we are not done.
The battle has not been won.

All lined up in a row,
Like tin soldiers in a can.
One by one, marching out-
Sudden death awaits.

One, two
One, two
One, two
Left, right
Left, right
Left, right

Silence the drums,
Hold your breath,
Still your hearts and wait.
There is no escape from this uncertain fate.

Some will live,
Some will die.
Some won't even try.

Why do you stand by?
Why do you ignore then when they cry?
Why don't you meet their eyes?
I'll tell you why.
You're scared to be them.

You're scared to feel their pain.
You're scared to end up the same.
You're scared to hear their cries,
So you tell yourself lies.
"Oh, they'll be fine."
"I'll talk to them next time."
Then you walk away.

So tell me, does that time ever come?
Do you ever hear their cries?
Do you ever meet their eyes?
No?
Then, do you meet their parent's eyes?
Do you hear their best friend's cries?
Their cries of pain,
Of knowing that their light is gone.
Never to shine again.

You are not alone,
I am with you.
Come little broken heart, your angel is here.
Let me shelter you.
Let me wrap you in my warm embrace,
Forget the storm raging on around you.

Come little broken heart,
I will hold you tight.
I will stand beside you and take on your fight.

I won't let you fall,
And though it may seem that way,
You're not falling at all.

Come little broken heart,
You bring the pieces, I'll bring the glue.
And in the morning, when the sky turns from gold to blue,
I'll take your hand, pick up your feet and whisper that one day, again, we'll meet.

Come little heart,
You are no longer broken.

The dark shadows pass over the light,
The brush of the past overcomes with such might.
How long have I been in this fight?

I look left,
I look right,
There is no one by my side tonight.

Long have I fought alone.
Long have I hid the pain.
I talk to myself, but it's not the same...

The enemy approaches,
Their numbers have grown.
On my side, it's just me
All alone...

Someday, you'll forget who you once were.
You will leave it behind and start anew.
All of the pain and suffering will be gone, but not forgotten...
The memories will be there, binding you to the past.
It will serve as a reminder that you cannot, must not go back.

The future looms, staring me in the face
Pulling, tugging and prompting me in to place.

The handcuffs snap, binding me
The chains pulling my hands further and further away from the cord of freedom that keeps me going.

Pushing, Pulling, Prodding, Poking.
The future, so seductive.
Tricking me in to wanting, but withholding.
A worse tease than any girl,
Confusing me until my head starts to whirl.

Do I go or do I stay?
I really have no say.
Things will go as planned...

I came face to face with my demons.
They teased and taunted, terrified and tricked me into submission.
The torture went on and on, battle scars up and down my arms.
And I came out, beaten, but breathing.

People avoided me and whispered, thinking I couldn't hear them.
Those who didn't, looked at me and said
"You're lucky to be alive"
Shocked were their faces when I told them
"No, not really..."

I wish they would have killed me,
I wish I wasn't here
I wish I didn't have to live in fear
I wish for the sweet caress of death.

Soft, tender, loving, peaceful.