I'm alive in heart and mind, a man among so few;
It was a lonely art out in the cold dark dark
I burned your words, I breathed them in,
I buried them as seeds where those trees had been
And deep in my skin
I wrote your name, I spelled it out
I whispered it into my hands as a prayer:
A testament there
To all of you that's part of me,
Is part of me in you?
All I can do is hope that it's true
I wander and I walk about the torn and tattered earth of myself
It doesn't help that war has placed inside of me an ocean,
A ravine in between my words and their meaning
The man I was, the man I am,
The one I want to be are all above me and out of my reach
Though I survived, I'm alive,
I'm a casualty of your love and war,
And nothing more