Wherever I look,
You look through me.
Wherever I walk,
You walk through me.
Whatever I see,
You see through me.
Whatever I hear,
You hear through me.
I no longer belong to myself.
This humble little spark
Is the living proof
That even the nether worlds
Are patrolled by angels
Searching for those
Who are still breathing
At the end of the war,
When the music is over.
