I’m supposed to be a soldier
And even though day by day I’m getting older
The outcome of this battle is supposed to make me stronger
But right now; I’m only getting colder
This is the life that you gave me!
So the only person that can live it, is me!
The only person that can experience its sting, is me!
The only person that can make the best out of it, is me!
I wonder: can it be more than just living?
More than just existing?
More than just surviving?
More than just believing?