Hate, tragedy, death and despair
He's seen it all in less than ten years
His eyes tell his story
Through his thousand yard stare
He's got all of the war in his eye
You can look straight through him
And tell he fears life the way
others fear their own demise.
It seems there's so many who could help,
But it's as if no one cares
After all, the world is too occupied
with its own affairs
The light seems so far
And the end seems near
But all of that could change
If only someone like you were here.