it would've been a moonlit night
if the clouds weren't so bright
in the sky tonight I can see
the fog rolling in again
coming with the wind
it's hard to pretend
I don't want to win
when I've been fighting
since I was ten long
before the war began
the countdown started
as years roll by no more
tears in my eyes
no understanding why I
ever had to cry
if only I could remember
the reason why
I want to feel like a child
again so maybe I could
play have fun smile
have joy in my heart again
such a feeling could mend
so many tears in me
casting out the tares
in the wheat it sounds
so sweet but taste bitter to me